Knocked Up [antikvár]

6:46 a.m. I'm awake, right? I'm conscious, right? I don't feel like myself. Something has changed. 6:47 OH MY GOD! The elastic waistband of these boxer shorts can't already he tighter. This cannot be happening. To me. Of all people. Oh God . . . I just felt something moving. 6:59 a.m. Oh God, I HAVE THE FEAR! I can't believe that I . . . that we . . . that he . . . in me. KNOCKED UP We did, right? SHIT! 7;00 a.m. It's way too early to be so awake on a Sunday. I'm going to sneak out of bed and quietly go to the kitchen and reheat what's left of yesterday's midafternoon Starbucks non-fat vanilla latte in the microwave. I need caffeine. There's no way I can fall back to sleep now. I need to make the Fear Phone Call right away. I desperately need to talk to Lena. But the fiancé is still sleeping, or pretending to still be asleep. How can he possibly be sleeping at a time like this? Man, it must be nice to be a man.