Panera

The internet that I have been stealing from a neighbor decided it no longer wanted to work today, so I am now parked at a Panera doing all of my internet related activities. It is kinda of funny, but I have this urge to tell everyone in the world that I'm pregnant. When I want to have decaf coffe, I feel the need to explain that I need decaf because I'm pregnant. When I signed up for a land-line, I felt like I needed to explain that I wanted a land-line, because I'm pregnant. when I wear the same pair of jeans 3 days in a row, I feel like I should explain that my other pants are too tight because I'm not allowed to lose weight, because I'm pregnant. When I hold my nose walking through the freshly painted hall, I want to tell the neighbors it is, because I'm pregnant. When I give a dirty look to the person smoking outside my apartment, I feel like explaining to them that they can't do that, because I'm pregnant. When I take a nap on my couch and the maintenance man comes to fix my leaky faucet, I want to tell him I was napping, because I'm pregnant. I've succeeded in NOT acting on the impulse for the majority of the above situations, but sometimes it just sneaks out. :) I guess I'm going to go check some more websites, because I'm pregnant!