
The lady of the lake, her hand clad with the purist shimmering EPT test, held aloft the pee stick from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Eric, was to be a father. Some say strange women lying in ponds distributing EPT tests is no basis for a system of determining preganancy. I thought we were an autonomous collective. Regardless, Caryn and I are having a baby...and that baby will be awesome.
***If you haven't seen Monty Python's Holy Grail, do not attempt to make sense of the previous paragraph. Just know that Caryn's preggo.