I was busy working from my home office this morning, when my sister, Kara, called. “Lori, are you home?”

“Yes,” I reply.

“Good. I need you to come over to my house right now.”

I have no idea what is going on, but the sense of urgency in her voice is almost tangible, so I grab my baby and yell for my three-year old to find her shoes. (Hmm, this is a little too telling of how things are in my home.) Scratch the above and insert, I tenderly lift my baby from his soft, warm blanket and gingerly carry him towards the door, where my daughter’s shoes are placed neatly. Yeah, that’s better.

About 90 seconds later, she calls again. “I only have one kid and you have two. I will come over to your house.”

I agree and less than 10 minutes later, I hear a knock on the door. My three year-old answers the door and I head towards the front room. “Kara, what is wrong?” I ask.

She hands me a frickin pregnancy test and says, “I need you to take this test right now.”

So I do.

I am not pregnant. (I am not surprised.)

She shows me her test. Our tests look different.

The funny thing is, this isn’t the first time I have been asked to take a frickin pregnancy test. I have been asked a few times now.

In honor of this occasion and also because it is FRICKIN FRIDAY, I am going to link to Dave Barry’s blog, “Natural Childbirth.” It is truly the most hilarious read (Thank you Garry Scoville) I have enjoyed in a long time. For a quick sneak peak, here are a few quotes. To read the entire blog, click here

Natural Childbirth, by Dave Barry

Let’s take a quick look at the history of baby-having. For thousands of years, only women had babies. Primitive women would go off into primitive huts and groan and wail and sweat while other women hovered around. The primitive men stayed outside doing manly things, such as lifting heavy objects and spitting.

When the baby was born, the women would clean it up as best they could and show it to the men who would spit appreciatively and head off to the forest to throw sharp sticks at small animals. If you had suggested to primitive men that they should actually watch women have babies, they would have laughed at you and probably tortured you for three or four days. They were real men.

My real man called me about 30 minutes ago. I told him I took a pregnancy test.

He asked, “Are you pregnant?”

I answered, “What would you say if I were?”

He answered, “I would ask, “Why?”

I am not really sure what to think about this. In any event, I would like to wish congratulations to Kara–  I am so excited for you and am happy to take pregnancy tests whenever you frickin need it.

To everyone else- Happy Frickin Friday!