Monday, October 20, 8 a.m.
Okay. So I was just in the kitchen, eating cereal, you know, the usual Monday morning routine, when my mom comes out of the bathroom with this funny look on her face. I mean, she was all pale and her hair was kind of sticking out and she had on her terry cloth robe instead of her kimono, which usually means she's premenstrual.
So I said, "Mom, you want some Midol? Because, no offense, you look like you could use some."
Which is sort of a dangerous thing to say to a premenstrual woman, but you know, she's my mom, and all. It's not like she was going to karate chop me, the way she would if anybody else said that to her.
But she just said, "No. No, thanks," in this dazed voice.
So then I assumed something really horrible had happened. You know, like Fat Louie had eaten another sock, or they were cutting off our electricity again because I'd forgotten to fish the bill out of the salad bowl where Mom keeps stuffing them.
So I grabbed her and I was like, "Mom? Mom, what is it? What's wrong?"
She sort of shook her head, like she does when she's confused over the microwave instructions on a frozen pizza. "Mia," she said, in this shocked but happy way, "Mia. I'm pregnant."
Oh, my God. OH, MY GOD.
My mom is having my Algebra teacher's baby.
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No one ever said being a princess was easy. Just when Mia thought she had the whole Princess thing under control, things get out of hand, fast. First there's an unexpected announcement from her mother. Then Grandmère arranges a national primetime interview for the brand-new crown princess of Genovia. On top of that, intriguing, exasperating letters from a secret admirer begin to arrive. Before she even has the chance to wonder who those letters are from, Mia is swept up in a whirlwind of royal intrigue the likes of which hasn't been seen since volume I of The Princess Diaries.
