pregnancy, god's cruel joke on women

so i'm on the phone with bri one night. normal abnormal psychobabble from both of us for an hour, and she's been a bit testy. so when the subject of her and her "cycle" commences, i get to wondering, "is she pregnant."

so after a few:

"come on."
"well how late are you."
"two weeks, but come on, seriously."
"i know, seriously."
"jaimito, seriously."
"bri.... seriously."
"seriously."
"seriously."
"seriously?"
"seriously."

seriously, that's how most of our conversations are, not a lot of words, but if you were there, that was 3 days worth of arguing for most people. we're that advanced. and friggin' gorgeous, no joke.

seriously.

ANYWAYS.

seriously, back to the conversation. about half way through the 52nd "seriously?" i was wondering if she was; she'd been moody, and short with the hubby, and though our conversation, pleasant, was a bit testy on her part, so i got to wondering, "maybe you should take a test."

"oh i don't want to do that again."

"... again?"

so she at this point thought she'd told me about the first time she took one, but alas, wrong. that must of been some other gorgeous hispanic best friend you have.

so i say "ok well, do you have one now that you could take?"

"yea, i got a buy one get one free when i bought it. you know. for that other day of the year you're wondering if you've fucked up the rest of your life."

seriously.