This Week

• EDub has started pulling out her feathers. The little back yard looks like there was a pillow fight. I think PDub is getting ready to lay some eggs because her belly looks bigger.
• Wednesday I heard this in the back of the classroom, "Just ask her, don't be embarrassed." Then the question, "Ms. Thompson, uh, you know that, uh, Plan B pill? That's good for like 72 hours right? I think it's 72 hours, not two days right?" What I said was I have no idea, but probably you wouldn't want to wait. What I wanted to say was, Well the last time I had to use Plan B, I rolled over and said, hey, what's your name again? Put some clothes on. We're going to Walgreens. One time, I had this question: Ms. Thompson, is it true boys can't get pregnant? I responded that yes I was a 100% sure boys could not get pregnant. (They were still doubtful.) Answering these types of questions is nearly as fun as when Dr. Lee was absent for Advisory in January and I had to give the STD talk. With no notes or anything because I didn't know he was going to be absent until the tardy bell rang. Good times. Good awkward times.
  
• This morning I used Randi as a pillow. She decided to take a walk up by my head and rolled over onto her back, so I put my head on her belly, cradled between her rib cage and leg. Despite, I think, making me lean toward the crazy lady with the dogs variety, it was remarkably comfortable. My ear was up against her ribs and it sounded like those wave machines. She only liked it for about two minutes.