Everything's going well. The progesterone levels were in the zone of early pregnancy and since then there have been many signs and symptoms to support the theory that we have a good pregnancy on our hands. The boobs thing is pretty cool, for a start. But it is somewhat undercut by the fact that KT is running at about four hundred and thirty degrees, due to the progesterone, which means that on a warm day I cannot touch my girlfriend. Really cannot touch her. She's like a super hero and her thing is heat. Hotgirl, they call her.
-"Help, my bed is comfortable, my sheets are fresh and cool and I'm nearly falling asleep!! Who can I turn to? Who will save me?"
-"Never Fear, Hotgirl is here to save the day and/or night. Just stay calm and still while I snuggle up to you and set you and the whole bed alight. That should keep you awake."
-"Thanks Hotgirl. Say, can you iron my shirt for tomorrow with your bare hands?"
-"No I'm too tired to move. My powers are confined to snuggling, radiating heat and getting rid of any pesky foodstuffs around the house or suburb."
and scene.
1 comment:
Pfft.
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