I'm pregnant!

It's a sunny, beautiful day with birds chirping and I have to run to the bathroom to throw up!

The doctor say's I am pregnant, no doubt about it. I'm 38 and accidentally forgot to take the pill a few times. This news only brings two thoughts:

1) I can use our annual treasure hunt on our anniversary next week to lead to a lovely, wooden cradle at the end! Show Nick we belong together, as a family.

2) I wish I'd been able to get that gun.

But I may be wrong, I may be very wrong. Because sometimes, the way he looks at me? That sweet boy from the beach, man of my dreams, father of my child? I catch him looking at me with those watchful eyes, the eyes of an insect, pure calculation, and I think: This man may kill me.

So if you find this and I'm dead, well...

Sorry, that's not funny.