Misty returned from the OB-GYN yesterday with a bandage around her arm from having blood drawn. She dropped eight sample packs of pre-natal vitamins on the coffee table. Then she dropped the news. She's pregnant again.
The idea of having another kid so soon is daunting, but not unwelcome. I was a little surprised, but I took the news rather well. I think Misty had expected a more dramatic reaction from me, though.
I suppose that's why after ten minutes of toying with me, she told the truth.
She's not really pregnant. She's just really cruel.