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May. 28th, 2006 05:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosI said I was sick, to which my uncle asked me if I were pregnant, to which my mother said it would be cool if I was.
"Cool." Her word, not mine.
*points at icon*
Not that I don't want to be pregnant, because I'd really, really like to be, but come on. Getting there's half the fun, and that's the part of the fun I'm NOT HAVING. *sigh*
"Cool." Her word, not mine.
*points at icon*
Not that I don't want to be pregnant, because I'd really, really like to be, but come on. Getting there's half the fun, and that's the part of the fun I'm NOT HAVING. *sigh*
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Date: 2006-05-29 12:31 am (UTC)This reminds me of a few conversations I've had with doctors when my reproductive system has been playing up in not-fun ways.
Doctor: You could be pregnant ...
Me: Um, no. I really couldn't.
Doctor: Are you sure?
Me: Barring a repeat of the immaculate conception or alien impregnation? I am not pregnant.
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Date: 2006-05-29 01:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-29 05:07 am (UTC)One doctor asked me three times, and obviously thought I was lying. Dude, virgins in their twenties (and older) are not mythical creatures!