It's like buying a new car. You notice all the other people on the road with the same model. Sure the colors might be different, the rims stylish and some have more accessories. But the idea is the same...

A month before I found out I noticed them, a few sprinkled here and there. One in line at my coffee shop, a new reality show with one, a morning dj babbling about it. And then wham, I was one of them. Another knocked up chick in LA.

I don't know if the rest of the US or other parts of the world are experiencing this but it really seems like everyone is pregnant. No matter were I go in Los Angeles I will see a beach ball belly. Do I wave low like Harley rider to Harley rider as we pass?

It's as if I am party to some new baby boom but I never got the invite. Is it me and my situation that I notice all these women or is it a trend like the trucker hat? Am I finally fashionable or simply observant?

Also, when you get a new car everyone wants to take a look at what you got. I've noticed my friends both guys and gals are very interested in my breasts. They are amazed at the size they have become. My lovely lady lumps are inspected like a vehicle rolling down the assembly line. Are there imperfections, do the shocks give them a good bounce, is the headrest comfortable? Honestly, I don't mind, I just find it funny and if you're a really good friend I say, "go ahead, you can touch them". Only my boyfriend's pals are hesitant to touch but they sure will stare longer after the offer.

My inner circle being interested is fine. But I felt like I was on the Sunset Strip the other day before the "no cruising" law got passed. I was in the maternity section of a department store. This has got to be my imagination running wild with me I thought. A 40 something guy strolled by and smiled, I lifted my lips back to be polite. In my mind, images of he with his wife going through this and him reminiscing about shopping with her for clothes. I found it to be a sweet moment. But by the third passing and an utterance of "hi" I got freaked. Was I to meet him behind the Key Club for a quick toss off? I brushed it off to; he didn't see my fetal paunch or the department in which I was shopping.

Later that evening, I told my fella I still had "it". Some man was checking me out. Told him I guess he didn't realize I was pregnant and then I heard the truth. Much like a man having a fetish for a beamer, corvette or jag there are men with the same desire for women with child. Ah gross and yet I wasn't that surprised. All men, and women who are honest about it, have their kinks. I simply was unaware of this fixation. Jokingly my Romeo said, "we could make some money off you girl, get a website going".

After that I've decided to nod to the other women I see out there like me. Let them know I too kicked the tires, bought the ride and am thrilled with the design.

Fuck... I guess I really do have something to blog about. As some of you know I was about to have surgery to remove tumors from both my ovaries. Well, after some persuasion from both my fella and a dear friend of ours..."don't wake up and say I wish I had a second opinion".

Honestly, I was sick of doctors and their entire let's "manage your disease". I started wondering if they ever cured anything. I really had given up and was like let's just slice me open and get on with the evitable. Besides this new chick was a specialist, she had to know what she's talking about.

I had been told for the last five years having kids would take gobbling fertility drugs and even then my chances were slim to none. A few docs said forget it all together. But now with these new tumors you're definitively out of luck. I had gone so far as to consider harvesting my old ass eggs and hoping that one day I would find someone to carry the little bastard. Without asking, my sister offered. Deep... I still get choked up thinking about her generosity.

So I decided to listen to the people around me and get the second opinion on surgery. Found this new doc, a total bad ass with a heart the size of Africa. Now that's big I tell ya. Before I ever came to see her she gave me a half-hour on the phone, talking. She didn't even know my last name or my insurance number. She simply wanted to help someone in need and this day it was me.

I could go on for days but you're probably tired of reading so I cut to it. She didn't see the tumors and scheduled me for another test just to be sure in a month. By my second appointment she confirmed what I already knew in my Grinch sized heart. I was pregnant. I asked her how this could happen... to which she replied "well when a man loves a woman...” We both laughed. She also said, "you know this probably is your one chance... this is meant to be, so take it, love it and enjoy every minute." You gotta love a doc with soul.

How's Jason handling all this you ask? I was scared to tell him... I started to cry and said I was sorry... to which he laughed. He said " Are you kidding? I am so happy for you... first... and me... well I think my penis just gave my balls a high five". How can you not love a guy who lets you know its great news and makes you laugh all in the same breath? I can't believe I was lucky enough to meet a man with so much joy and humor.

So there ya have it. Roscoe knocked up the Poodle and we're having a puppy.

Now you all know I never blog. I think it's rather stupid and self serving but today I guess I think it's good tool for some love. Roscoe aka Jason had to let Bruno go. It was very... well hard and any of you that have ever had a dog know what I am writing about. So if you're roaming around the old tribe today shoot Roscoe some love.
I sure hope you got the chance to meet Bruno because he simply was the best dog ever. All love.
Thanks for reading and be well.
Love,
Lisa