Oh, by the way:

I was afraid enough after my second to last post, that I got up extra early for work, and stopped at the mall near the train station.

I picked up a pregnancy test (a two pack, actually, because it's always nice to have a spare around in case of a scare), and took it in the bathroom of the mall.

I had horrified mental conversations with my mother, trying to explain that I didn't know who the daddy was, but it was okay, because we'd know depending on what colour it came out as!

It was all for naught, though, because the test turned up Definitely Not Pregnant, and then only a few hours later I started me ole period.

It's been a weird one this month.

But this all led to a conversation later (after our director for the show giving us all little bottles of Irish whiskey).

"Rosie, do you have a pen in your purse?"

"...no, but I have a bottle of whiskey and a pregnancy test. Does that help?"

"...why...you know what, never mind."

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Rosie.

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