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[witchinbloom]

Oh. My. Goddess.

My head hurts and my back hurts and dear gaia do my BOOBS hurt and I have this insane craving for chocolate ice cream with sour cream chips. And I don't want to hear one word about how it's too early for me to have any symptoms. I fricking have them, okay

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[awillowywitch]

What?

[awillowywitch]

No, seriously. I mean what.

[awillowywitch]

Curse?

[awillowywitch]

Wow.

[dresden4hire]

You can't have symptoms, you're not even sure you're pregnant.

I'm heading out to get you your ice cream and chips. And you wanted this just as much as I do.

And way to go ruining my surprise proposal by demanding I do it.

[witchinbloom]

Shut up and chips faster.

I will ruin anything I want and you don't get to whine about it and do you know why? Pelvic displasia, Harry, that's why.

[dresden4hire]

Is it going to be nine months of this? Because I will kill myself if that's the case.

[witchinbloom]

Eighteen years, sugar peach.

Mmmm, peaches...

No harakiri until you make an honest woman of me, and only then if I collect the insurance policy.

[wolfspecialist]

Whoa. Wait. What?

[witchinbloom]

I want it noted for the record that Harry Dresden got his fiancee impregnated out of wedlock.

[wolfspecialist]

Am I supposed to do something about that?

[witchinbloom]

I don't think there's much left you could do, Will, that bun's been baked.

[mojomolly]

Wait-

[mojomolly]

I thought you were -