One year ago today I took my first pregnancy test. I was two days late and although I didn't feel any different I took the test because I remembered a night a few weeks prior when all caution was thrown to the wind in a whiskey-induced lapse of judgment. Results negative, I jumped on the subway and hit happy hour to rejoice.
And a fascinating lady fact, my cycle runs on the exact same days this year as it did last. I'm utterly amazed at the consistency of nature. Sorry boy readers, I should have given you the girl-talk heads up. Motorcycles, football, barbecue, beer, horsepower, sledgehammer. Feel better?
7.21.2006
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