Thank the Stork

Some expectant mothers with nothing better to do on a Friday night may chose to pass the time by sitting nearly 5 hours in a crowded ER waiting room with a chief complaint of "I think I'm pregnant."  In addition to missing her period, Mom claimed she could feel her HGC levels rising, although none of the pregnancy tests she bought seemed to concur.  Nor had they worked for the ten previous pregnancies she claimed to have gone through this year (what do I know, I'm no math major).  When our pregnancy test reached the same conclusion and nothing showed up on her ultrasound, she promised us she'd come back next week when she was further along.

Meanwhile, some expectant fathers celebrate with a cigar, while others learn that their girlfriends are pregnant and decide to get drunk, smoke some illy (pot soaked in formaldehyde), and stab themselves in the leg.

To each their own.