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Jude: How was the appointment with the doctor?

Me: Good. It's too early to hear the heartbeat or do an ultrasound or anything, so we just went over good eating and talked about morning sickness and stuff. She took all my vitals. My blood pressure was a little high, though.

Jude: Was it? Is that normal for you?

Me: Well, I was afraid to touch anything because the office was so FREAKING fancy, and also, I'm pretty sure I saw Victoria Beckham in there. Or her doppelganger. Did you send me to the nicest doctor in England or something?

Jude: I asked our team doctor for a rec. They said they'd send me the bill, yeah?

Me: No one asked me for a single penny. Or a pound. Whatever.

Me: I do have money, though. I don't expect you to pay for everything.

Jude: Sorry, had to go into training and then meet with my manager.

Me: Running into a meeting with my professor. She's about to rip my outline to shreds.

Jude: No worries. Maybe we can connect next week?

Me: My turn to apologize. This week has been crazy. I was right about the outline.

Jude: What does that mean? You start over?

Me: No, I just need to dig deeper.

Jude: Will I understand your answer if I ask what you're diving deeper into?

Me: Charlotte Brontë's educational and employment history and how it influenced the conceptual presence of female independence in her work.

Jude: Right then.

Me: Basically, she hated her job and wrote about it because she hated that other women were forced into the same situations.

Jude: Makes sense.

Me: Why are there no commercial breaks in soccer? Football. Whatever. It's not good for people who need to pee all the time.

Me: I waited as long as I could and then missed your goal. THERE SHOULD BE COMMERCIALS.

Jude: Why do you think American corporations don't push football? They can't make as much money off us because we actually let people play the game.

Me: Okay, okay, I walked into that one.

Claire: IF YOU DON'T TELL OUR FAMILY SOON, I'M GONNA LOSE MY MIND, LIA. I almost slipped today with Isabel. We were working out and I swear, if she hadn't been at work and easily distracted, she would've pushed me on it.

Me: I know. Don't yell at me.

Me: Logan and Paige will want to make me come home. And I want to finish the semester.

Claire: Le sigh. I get it. BUT COME ON. You're asking a lot of me here. I did tell Bauer, though. *hides face*

Me: I figured you would. You're a terrible liar.

Me: I'll tell them soon.

Claire: Define soon.

Me: SOON. Go make out with Bauer or something.

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