Captain Pregger's Log - Thursday, July 15th, Year 2010

Today we embark on the story of Captain Pregger's discovery of her fleet whom she recently assigned the name "Pepperoni, Jr."

May 21st, 2010
I called Commander Lele to tell her that I suspect I may be suffering from cancer. Nausea, enlarging tummy, loss of appetite, napping at odd hours of the day, fatigue, moodiness, headaches...

I was ready for my trip - researched information on an all out culinary adventure in Japan that consisted of living with locals and learning culinary techniques from them as well as samarai sword making. It was going to be a-w-e-s-o-m-e.

Commander Lele - "Captain, you need to take a test, THE test."
Psshhh...whatever, I'm telling you, I think I have cancer. But I took the test anyways and challenged my fate. It was positive. No that must be wrong. 2nd test. Positive. 3rd test. Positive. 4th test...maybe, wait...no. Positive.

I cried that night for 3 hours...not because I just inherited a new fleet, but because I couldn't eat sushi and drink Diet Coke for 9 months. The Captain can only take so much food restrictions on this mission!

Had my "end of 1st trimester" meeting with Dr. Ob/Gyn...Dr. Ob/Gyn is a happy alien with smiles and happy thoughts. Sometimes I wish I can just beam Dr. Ob/Gyn to another planet. I think that was one of the most pointless meetings I had except for the urine screening and finding out my co-captain's phone is a piece of technology known as CRAP.

My fleet, Pepperoni Jr., was doing well.