Of appendectomy and pregnancy test kits

The Man was holed up in the hospital, after an appendectomy.

I was bored playing nurse. So I told him that I was off to buy some magazines and tidbits.

I came back with magazines, tidbits and an electronic pregnancy test kit.

Yeah, I kinda suspected something was wrong when my ever faithful 28-day period cycle has not started. Hopefully the thingamijig will tell me something positive.

30 seconds after a stream of pee later, the results were in. Yep. Positive. "Pregnant" it says. I was in for a nine- month roller coaster ride.

"Eh... wake up! See this!!!" I shook the Man awake from his morphinated dreams.

"Huh? What? What's going on?" said the Man, groggy and still in pain.

"See this thing!" I was ready to pry his eyes open with a crowbar.

"Orh... aiyah I need to go to the toilet now!" So anti-climatic. Not exactly the response I was looking for.

I went out to call Ning and managed to pry her away from the boring printer's session. The one that I escaped.

"Yah what? How's the man?" she growled.

"I've got something to tell you. I've got good news! I've succeeded!" We squealed like little kids. She was already three months pregnant. We've succeeded. The months of sucking the Basel thermometer and watching our ovulation cycle was OVER. On our way to becoming mummies!