Passionfruit and Pregnancy

I have attempted to write two different blog posts this morning but somehow just couldn't get through them, to which I have then saved into my drafts, probably never to be read again. So now, here's my third attempt. Which will basically be just a compilation of random thoughts. Riveting, I know.

I've been reading people's uproar about Passionfruit 2.0 and how this free service has now changed to a whopping monthly fee of $9.00. $9.00?! That's like what, two Starbucks drinks worth? No need to get all in a tizzy over it. People are saying how it's outrageous to charge this! How dare Jason try to expand his business and make a dollar!?!?! The nerve of him! Listen friends, it's just blogging. It's what you want to put into it or not. It's just another service, like Netflix, where you can choose to pay for it or you can choose to illegally download shows for free.

...or something like that.

I better just stop talking about this before things get cray in my comments.

Moving on.

For the last 24 hours, I thought I was pregnant. Like, legit preggers. Yesterday, was supposed to be "The Day." And for the last, oh, 8 years, I have never failed to miss this day. Never ever ever. But yesterday? Nada. So I was like, okay great. I'm pregnant. What am I supposed to do with a baby in my tiny ass studio in San Francisco with no health insurance? This could be a bit of a pickle I'm in. But I kept trying to tell myself that it was just a fluke and I was fine.

So I opened a bottle of red wine and drank my worries away.

This morning though, I went to the bathroom for my morning pee and to, you know, check on things.
Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

So then I was like:

So I told The Dizzle to basically start planning for a mini Dizzle, because I'm pretty sure this is it.
I'm becoming a mother at 27 years old.
And then he was all:

But then, guess what?
I got to work.
I went to the bathroom.
And well, looks like Mishi here isn't going to be a mother, right now, after all.
So then I was like:

So there's my anticlimactic story for you.
I mean, I know I said the other day that I was open to it all and I wasn't going to plan or have an agenda, but uh, I don't think I'm quite ready for that step in my life.
(But mostly, I don't think The Dizzle is ready for that step in life.)

Okay, that's it.
It's Thursday. Hallelujah.
Cheers! I think this calls for a celebration (in more ways than one).

xoxo