However, its the questions that are going to be hardest to keep at bay. "What bar?," "Did you get his phone number?," "What's his name?," "What does he look like?" With everyone knowing everyone else in this town the rumors will begin to swirl around me like a twister. A well meaning as my friends are, I'm going to have to come up with a better way of telling them.

I jab my pen at my day planner, fitting my new Dr. appointments in with all the rest of work appointments. Luckily making my own schedule is a perk of running my own business. I count 8 weeks back and look blankly at my week. This is the week your life began, I think to my belly. I glance at my computer, wondering if it would be premature to order "what to expect when you are expecting." Well I am expecting. But I think I want to scan the local bookstore myself. I like the feeling of all of the books stacked in the shelves. Maybe she will too.

I try to re-focus my mind. Is it crazy to think about trying to pull a soap opera plot line. Except mine would be to rule out potential fathers as being from Fresno. I could go to San Fran, but then some might assume it is the guy I dated six months ago even though he lives in Sacramento. LA would be my best bet. I can take some money from my emergency stash and use it to pay for a nice room. I can spend the entire day reading and if anyone inquires when I got pregnant, I can use that trip as the excuse. But would people notice if I have her a month early?

My head i spinning, I have to lie down. I make my way to the couch where wails and Petey jump up to lay next to me. gently I coral them away from my stomach. Even at 4 pounds each, I don't want hem laying on my baby.

"My baby," I whisper again. Then I fall asleep.