It's all worth it in the end

I had a rough week last week.

Anything that could go wrong, did.

I had friends in a horrible situation, and was powerless to help.

I felt bad. I felt useless. I felt … just ick.

Then I started to feel queasy. Another thing went awry and it made me feel sick to the stomach.

“I feel queasy,” I told Grumpy Pants.

“Are you pregnant?” he enquired. Why, I have no idea, cos that’s just dumb.

Also, he’d said it in front of the kids; Monkey Boy loves babies and thinks we need another. Godzilla would like another four, or is it five? I can’t remember.

Before I could reply, Monkey Boy leaps up in excitement and says “Are you?!

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