Well. This is unexpected. Not unexpected in the "I haven't been having sex it must be an act of God" sense, but unexpected in the "I have an IUD, the damn thing is supposed to be like 99.99% effective!!" sense.
The major irony here is that I was a failed IUD baby.
I'm not scared or sad or upset really. I have to talk to Taz, and we have to make a decision.
Do I want a baby right now? YES! and NO! I have plans and goals and a baby would seriously disrupt them. But this is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with who got me pregnant! We are engaged. And to implant despite a 99.99% chance against it makes this one lucky baby.
Baby. Fuck.
