Red. Again.

I blew out the air, dropping the pregnancy kit in the sink. So now it has been established and certified that I am contributing to the national population at a very uniform rate by getting pregnant after every two years. The thought itself is so bitter to accommodate that I am pregnant now, for the third time in my six year conjugal life.

Are two bunnies less to look after that I invited one more? I thought embarrassed and rubbed my forehead staring at the kit as if severe laser vision will alter the results. Let's face the fact Anu, you've fucked up and now you're knocked up....