Wow, it's been such a long time. Lately xanga wasn't popping up, so I wasn't able to write anything or even check whenever I got bored. I'm glad it's not being weird anymore. It's just a hassle when sites won't pop up when you want it to haha. This is amazing how it works now! :) All of a sudden it decides to work. Huh. Oh well! :)

Three weeks have passed by, and I haven't gone to the gynecologist. Everyone's been trying to get me to go but one thing. I'm TERRIFIED of the doctor's. I really am. I'm scared of getting shots, though that's not why I'm going but still, all those memories of that. That's why I always make a big deal when I'm going no matter what the reason.

"You ARE going!!!!" Jay told.
"NO! NO! NO! NO!" I shouted.
"YOU ARE GOING!" everyone yelled.

Twenty minutes later here I am, in the waiting room. Nate is sitting next to me. He's reading a magazine trying to drone out me whining about being here.

"Buuuuutttt NATIE!!!! I HATE the doctor's! I'm SCARED!!!!" I complained.

Nate sighed and set the magazine down. He looked at me and I had a little sad puppy face. I was freaking out!!! If I ever went to the doctor's it was by force, and everyone knows it.

"Mrs. Summers?" the nurse asked.
"Come on. Let's go." Nate said.

We got up and went into the room. We sat down on the chair.

"The doctor will be with you in one moment." the nurse said.

Then she left and about 10 minutes later the doctor came in.

"Let's see here. You're about 4 weeks pregnant." doctor told.

Nate and I smiled at each other. I took some tests and stuff to know more about the baby.

"The baby is fine. Come back in 3 weeks so we can check up on how the baby is doing." the doctor told.
"Ok. Thank you." I said.

Nate and I left the office and went to the car. We drove home and walked inside. Jay and Tyler were somewhere, Fayt was in his room, Dyl and Cody were in the living room playing the 360, and Heather was just coming out of the room. We went into the living room. I sat down on the couch and watched them play.

"Oh, by the way, we saved you a piece of cake in the kitchen." Dyl said.
"OH EM GEE!!!!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!" I squealed.

I hugged them and then ran into the kitchen. I found the piece and got a fork and Heather walked in. I was about to take a bit and then something happened.

"What are you doing?!" Heather asked.
"Taking a bite out of a piece of cake?" I asked.
"That's MY piece!" Heather yelled.
"WHAT?! NO IT'S NOT!" I shouted.
"YES IT IS!" Heather shouted.
"DYL TOLD ME IT'S FOR ME!" I shouted.

Everyone was looking through the little open way to the kitchen like an anime. They had the whole wide eyed thing too. It was sooooo funny!!!!

"I DON'T CARE IF HE SAID IT'S FOR YOU! FAYT SAID IT'S FOR ME!!!!!!" Heather shouted.
"DO YOU THINK I GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU?! IT'S MY FUCKING CAKE!" I shouted back.

Oh, did I mention that that bitch might be pregnant too? No? Well now you know. Heather flew toward me, I ran out the kitchen and before I could open the front door, she was 5 feet away. I turned around and pushed the cake into her face. She stopped and started to cry. Everyone but Fayt and Heather were laughing hysterically. I walked past her and Fayt ran to her side. Of course. Then after a while of laughing Fayt walked over to me.

"What did you do that for?" Fayt asked.
"I did it because, that was MY piece of cake! Do you really wanna piss off the preggo chick?" I asked.
"Well I don't give a fuck whether your pregnant or not! It's HEATHER"S PIECE OF CAKE!!!" Fayt answered.

Everyone had gone wide-eyed. Fayt know not to piss me off. Everyone knows not to piss me off, I go off into some crazy bitch mode and possibly maybe start throwing anything within reach. This time was different, this time I just looked at him and smiled.

"So you don't care about me, nor your about to be nephew or niece? Fine then, you're going to regret it." I said.

I just turned and walked away. Did I have a clue at all why he would regret it? Nope. Was I going to figure it out? Yes.