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So I called Doc abotu the spotting and she calls me back later on after my tests had been run. She tells me I have pre-cancerous tissue on my cervix. But pre-cancer doesn't mean I'll get cancer (even though pre-school means "before school" and preview means "before you see it", somehow she says pre-cancer doesnt mean "before cancer"... ohhhkayyyy). "So this explains the spotting?" "Oh no, we dont know why that's happening yet." It just keeps getting better, ya know? I've done much reading already and even if it does turn into cancer, the treatment is laser and not chemo or crap like that, and even if it is cancer, the baby could be fine. It's funny though, of course I would conceive and then get cancer, why would I think I wouldn't, duh.

I'm invited to two parties tonight. For real, two on the same night. It's odd to even be invited, much less two of em, and I sorta feel like not going to either. I wont fit in at either. Candice from work is having one down at her parents cabin one lake over, seems like fun except she'll be the only one I know, theyre mostly younger than me, they'll all be drunk as hell AND there'll be yay there. Probably the same things will happen at the other party, a going away party for Erin's friend Ben. I'll know most of the people there, but the same goes for the younger drinking and drugging, and this one will probably end in a coked out orgy as most of his parties do. Now I love coke orgies as much as any pregnant lady would... which is to say I probably wont be going. Though I did threaten to find a new date if Greg didnt go with me to one of the parties, so maybe I'll dig up one or both Donahue's and just stear clear of the sniff sniff. Might as well get some sort of use out of my kitty before it gets torn up by lasers. Wow Im in a good mood tonight, look out.

Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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