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Tonight, I am going to tell Mr. Fix-It that... I'm trying to get pregnant.
In just two days.
I've decided that I really do want to tell him in person, if I can even kind of manage the confidence to make that happen. I think I have it laid out in my head how I want the whole thing to go down, and if I can keep the conversation light hearted - maybe it won't be a deal breaker.
Maybe.
I know there are many who thought I should give it more time, but honestly? The fear of him finding out from someone other than me was eating me alive. I actually called Mrs. King yesterday in a total panic listing off all the people who could possibly tell him.
Oh the joys of living in a small town.
He asked last night if he could see me tonight, and I talked him into doing something mellow. Something chill. Something like renting a movie and staying in.
Because if we stay in, hopefully I can broach this subject without it turning into anything too scary.
Tonight I'll know one way or another how Mr. Fix-It feels about this secret of mine.
Between now and tonight, I'm going to try not to throw up.
But tonight?
Tonight is a big night.
