I've been at home "resting" all day-- sitting idle so that my body can focus on healing my mouth. Popping back a few Motrin, staying away from the Vicodin, watching movies, reading The Poinsonwood Bible, and thinking.

It's funny. There's no way I'm pregnant, no way in hell. But I'm so late, and the pre-programmed part of me keeps wondering. And then the pre-programmed bit and I think together and ask "would I keep it?"

Oh, uterus. The things you do to me.