Were you being serious?" What are you talking about?" I'm talking about you thinking being pregnant is such a gift. Thatit's something that you'd lov... to experience. That it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."I looked at her and no longer saw a sexual object. I saw a small girl -no, a great friend - who was obviously scared and in need of somecompassion and reinforcement. I took her hand in mine and squeezedslightly."Absolutely I'm serious. You don't realize how lucky you are. Youshould. .My brother came to help-out. My brother’s name is Rajesh. You all remember him from My Sweet Revenge story. I was very happy to see him.We had dinner and my breasts started to hurt, I excused myself and went upstairs to start my pumping. I got the suction cups ready and started the pump. One minute passed and I smelled something burning, it was the pump and it died. Oh Shit. I called my brother, Rajesh, can you please drive to the nearby pharmacy and pick up a new pump. It might be closed Sis,. " Well, you are. But most guys would be mortified about a party." So I've learned." There were people around. I turned my head back and forth. "I'll tell you more some other time."She understood at once. There were things we didn't discuss unless we were absolutely sure of our privacy, and my social life was one of them."Anyway," she said, "did you see the announcement in the paper this morning..." She deftly turned the talk to something "safe" for outsiders to hear, Baton Rouge social gossip.. This day it was raining heavily, and as usual she was present on the side lines, with umberella in one hand and phone in other, I just wanted to take her home and keep her warm, she did not deserve to be out in the icey cold.Thirty minutes into the game, Id took an awful tackle which had resulted in a knee sized impact to smash my mouth and nose area, I was dazed and blood was pouring. Next thing I awoke in the nurse room, at the time I did not recognise it, our Rugby coach was present with.