Summary: B'Elanna makes another log entry.

Disclaimer: Paramount owns the Star Trek Universe.  I own my story.  I just
took the characters just play for fun, not for profit.

Warning: None

Kill Doc!
Copyright by Jan Monroe 1999

Begin Log:

I don't know what to do.  I'm so upset that I'm shaking.

I know that I want to kill that arrogant, self-important, stupid . . .Pompous . . .arrogant . . .   jerk . . . hologram!   He said no less than two years!  He said maybe never without intervention!

What I want to know is how I could be pregnant just three months!!!

*sigh*

All right, I'll admit that I did review the medical data.  Only three women out of 94 Klingon-Human women who attempted natural conception with human males succeed within five years, all the others had to have medical interventions.  I know that, so why was I so lucky?

Tom and I want kids, but we thought that we were practicing for a couple years.  I'm not sure that we're ready for kids yet.  We were supposed to have years to get ready for this.
 

I don't have to tell Tom about the baby.  He was there.  He's still on duty in sickbay.  I threw three pads and a tricorder at him in sickbay.  I didn't hit him, he learned a long time ago to  duck and dodge too fast.  Doc kept me from throwing anything sharp or too fragile.   Tom made me so mad!  Throughout the physical, Tom just grinned like a fool!  He knew!!!

Of course he knew.  He dragged me, kicking, screaming, and vomiting to sickbay.  Three days of morning sickness and he knew . . . I hate living with the ship's nurse!!!

I have to calm down . . .

I don't blame Tom.  I know that he was partly responsible but so am I.  I blame Doc.  I am going to kill him, even if he is just a hologram, I'll kill him.

Computer, end log.