Am feeling grumbly and unhopeful. Want to shake the computer like a Magic 8 Ball.
Insomnimama: Computer, could I be pregnant?
Computer: Reply hazy, try again.
Insomnimama: Computer, might I have a bun in the oven?
Computer: Better not tell you now.
Insomnimama: Computer, is there a chance that I am "up the duff"?
Computer: Concentrate and ask again.
Insomnimama: Computer, am I with child?
Computer: Cannot predict now.
Insomnimama: Computer, have I been, er, "knocked up"?
Computer: Ask again later.
Insomnimama: Computer, am I, ah... three and a half weeks gone? In a family way? Pregtacular? On stork watch? In a delicate condition? Suing Trojan? etc.
Computer: Don't count on it.
Insomnimama:
