Fitzgerald Family Fables

"Something wrong, Brittany?" Joaquin asked. I paused. How was I supposed to tell him - like, "Surprise, I've been holding this huge-ass secret from you that's literally shaped my entire life and by the way you knocked me up?" Though now that I think about it, that would make a rather good title for a Drop Down Dudes song. "You know I'm always here for you, right?" More of a pause. "...Babe?" "So I've got something to tell you..." Unloading all my shit on Joaquin at once? Maybe not the smartest move. But hey, it had to happen sometime. Besides, if he was gonna back out, better now than after things escalated further than they already had. We sat there together for a few moments in silence - comfortable, with him contemplating the fact I'd literally appeared out of the goddamn sky one day and all that jazz with my mom and the fact we may or may not be parents in a few months, depending on what we d...

Hello! The author here. No content on the Fitzgeralds this time, but my reading circle buddy Ny nominated me for the Handwriting Challenge. As copy pasted from her website ... Rules: Write your name Write your blog’s name Write your favorite word and its definition Write something nice Write the name of your favorite song right now What are you writing with? Write a fun fact about yourself Write/draw your favorite emoticon Write a silly message Write who you’re tagging I also got a request for my normal handwriting and my "note-taking" handwriting. So here are both pictures as a comparison. My everyday handwriting. My note-taking handwriting. Since I'm pretty sure you'll have trouble reading what I wrote, lemme translate it into typeface. I answered the questions in order. Purple  Fitzgerald Family Fables inimitable: so good or unusual as to be impossible to copy; unique. You are great! :) um...something off the Hamilton cast a...

While Joaquin was sleeping, I made a trip to the bathroom. I made it to the toilet just in time, and kneeled over the toilet for a while, just dry heaving. Ick. To be, like, totally honest, I'd rather have barfed and just gotten on with it. As I lay on my side, my mind started racing. It'd been three nights in a row of this shit, and a while since I'd last needed those tampons hidden under my bed. I couldn't be... could I? Joaquin and I hadn't exactly been careful. Only one way to find out for sure. It took some digging around, but I found it.  The directions were easy enough: pee on the stick and wait five minutes.  Three minutes. Two. One. "Come on, come on, please..." Positive. Fuck. I threw the stick onto the floor and sat down beside it. Just me and my thoughts for a moment. Thinking. Nearby, the sink spouted a perfect arc of water. I wasn't ready to be a mom. Was I? I had a little foo...