Uhhhhh

I've tried to type this blog entry about 20 times, and no words that I can force my fingers to type even begin to explain how I feel. The simple truth:
Leah is pregnant.
That's it.
The beach sounds so great right now. I need somewhere to go where I can get away from everything, everyone. Except for Emma. She's the only one that even bothered to hear me out.

Welllllp, I won't be getting any sleep tonight.

Does any of this make sense? Sorry, no it does not.