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Sorry I didn't update about this sooner, but the mini-Doscher spawn has been sapping the hell out of my energy for the last few days. I haven't been online at all.

Thursday, my shift was over before the Women's Health Clinic office hours ended, so I finally got ahold of a live person. :D The test was positive. :D

Pardon me a moment while I go into terminal squee-locity about this. Again.


Okay, better now.

Dav was thrilled; we went to TGI Friday's for dinner that night to celebrate; and then the little one decided to start siphoning off as much energy as possible from my non-vital functions. And of course, to add insult to injury, it's decided to start giving me hard core indigestion and constipation. "Look here, kiddo," I say to it, "if I can't eat, you can't eat. It's really in your best interests to co-operate here. So please stop following the asshole-ish, let's fuck around with people because it's funny, portions of your paternal genetics and start following the bits that focus on consuming lots of tasty food. Okay? Please? I'll buy you a stuffed pony for your first toy...."

Thus far, this has not worked.