So I went down to AGH today and the free part of the clinic wasn't open 12:30pm.
Which would mean it would have been a little too late for us to get the rest of the things we needed to get done when we walked down town.
So we (Stephie, Vance, and I) hoofed it down to Liberty Ave and went to Planned Parenthood.
It was about ten minutes too late for me to get a free test, but I guess I looked kind of panicked when they said that.
Cause the NP said she'd do it even though the Dr had already gone home for the day.
According to their test I'm about three weeks and 2 days. So my math was close.
Baby is due on July 12th. Three days before my Mom's birthday.
I called Pete and left him a message.
He called me back once I'd gotten home and we talked.
He isn't anywhere near ready to be a parent. And I'm alright with that.
We talked about me not keeping the baby.
Both upset and not a huge fan of the idea, he said that might be the best option for me.
It's not... But I can understand where he's coming from.
He's not going to be there for us.
It's okay.
We'll be alright.
I sent him a text later in the day,letting him know that I'm keeping the baby and saying that if he's ever ready he knows where to find us.
My mom is upset and mad at me. For being irresponsible and getting pregnant. But we were careful and used condoms and here I am, up the spout. So she (who by the way got married Oct 1st 1980, and had my older brother May 18th 1981... do the math kids) can seriously shove that attitude right up her ass.
I can't say that out loud though.
She's being as supportive as she can. Which is good. No one else in the family knows yet.
A few friends do, my boss will have to, and you Lovely Bloopers.
It's time to go feed my little parasite and get some laundry done. 
Fine I'll say it... Click my eggs and baby dragons!!!
   
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i hate him. just so you know.