Fake babies, or - Yes, I'm THAT crazy.

It started in a bathroom.

My first night at PAX, we all headed up to our room, and discovered that even though OJ requested a smoking room, ours was not one. UNACCEPTABLE. So we grabbed our bags and headed for the door, but OJ instructed us to grab the towels since our room would be over capacity that night. So Shane and I go into the bathroom to wrangle the towels, and I didn't turn on the light, but in wrestling with the towels and my luggage I accidently shut the door, and it was dark, and we crashed into each other. When we finally escaped the bathroom, I looked at him with wide eyes and said "I think I'm pregnant."

This struck me as incredibly funny. (Maybe it was all the alcohol.) I ran with it all weekend, explaining that I wanted an epic souvenir from PAX and I figured a lovechild was the best idea ever. There is even a viddeo of me washing dishes in the hotel room to prove my domesticity so Shane would marry me. I decided to name the baby Thane, and I hope he has Shane's mad gaming skills and my ballsiness (which is a story for another post.)

Fast forward to...oh, I don't know. Earlier this week, I think. Killane sent me pictures of his sons. Inspiration hits - he produces very cute sons. I want one of these. I ask him to get me pregnant. Maranda grants permission. Success!

After some discussion, we decide the insemination will occur at PAX 2012, since I promised my coworker R that I'd have a baby in 2013. I'll name this one Kaidan John. R says with my luck, this one will be a girl.

I hope not. I'm holding out for a little Chinese girl!