Well, I was pregnant and now I'm not. It got me to thinking, as I've been known to do, about my ex.

When I was first married, I got a positive pregnancy test a few days after the wedding. I basically freaked out, but I did it privately. My ex was the type who would freak out enough for the both of us, so I figured it would be a good idea to at least get accustomed to the idea on my own before I dropped the highly unexpected bomb on him.

When I finally realized I couldn't wait any longer to tell him, I did. I took him out to a pub and ordered him a beer. I told him. He took a swig from his beer. He took another swig from his beer. He took a third swig from his beer.

"Can't you take a pill or something?"

"To do what?"

"To... you know."

Oh yes. I knew. But if he was going to be like this about it, I wasn't going to make it any easier for him. Keep in mind, we had a 15-month-old son already, so it wasn't a general fatherhood issue.

The thing is, I have nothing against abortion for those couples who think it's the right thing to do. I just don't think it's something you do before you've had a chance to, uh, think about it. Or discuss it. Or, in his case, even know the legalities and the procedures involved. No, sadly, I can't just take a pill or something.

I later found out that I wasn't really pregnant. It was something called a blighted ovum, which means your body thinks you're pregnant and acts like you're pregnant but you're not actually pregnant. I have to wonder what would have happened if it was the real deal.