Saturday, July 12, 2008

3.5 Weeks Pregnant


It was late April, 2007. I still had no idea I had a wee bairn bun cooking in the oven, nor would for a while.
It was a nice night out, very warm. We had all been running up and down Mount Trashmore, and I do remember that I felt much more tired than usual after that.
We headed back to the "bachelor pad" (i.e. my old apartment over by the Citgo on Dempster, off McCormick), for dinner. I cooked up quesadillas for everybody - Ayize's father, my three roommates (Valerie, George and Stefan), and myself.
Then we all started battling each other in Bomberman but Ayize's father and I kept making our characters "kiss" each other instead of kill each other - LMAO. This pissed off the rest of our opponents royally and the next thing I know, a bunch of horseplay erupted. I'm surprised fetal Ayize survived the wrestling match that ensued between our entire gang - good times. The night ended with Stefan busting out some bizarre mail-order Japanese porn which was...sexy? Not so much. I do remember Valerie saying "What the -- ?" as some businessman-type guy dressed in a Godzilla costume entered a brothel. We were pretty much all on the floor laughing by that point.
So there you have it - myself and my life, three weeks into pregnancy!

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