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Jenna's Diary Week by Week

Friday

Julie had her baby last night. I’m totally pissed that she didn’t call me the minute she arrived at the hospital. We were supposed to go through this together! Instead, her husband Tim, her mother, her father and his mother were all there. Why she chose to give birth with a lot of strangers around rather than her best friend is beyond me but I’m not going to let it bother me.

2:00 p.m.

I phoned Christine and she’s mad too. Seriously, I don’t even remember seeing those people at her shower!

2:07 p.m.

OK they weren’t at the shower because I forgot to invite them but still.

Saturday

Whew. I went to see Julie last night at the hospital. (The kid is unremarkable. Small, bald, in a blanket.) She fussed with it for a while and then turned to me with a super-dozy face and said “Soon it will be your turn.”

I had no idea what she was talking about and said “My turn for what?”

In a rush I remembered. I still hadn’t told her that I was wasn’t pregnant. Dammit.

I had no other choice but to come clean. “Oh, that. Um, no, I’m uh.. not anymore…”

Julie’s face went white and she said “Oh, not Jenna did you…” If I had to tell the absolute truth here I know that the unspoken words were not “get gas confused with pregnancy?” I know she was thinking something else and I’m not proud but I figured as long as nothing more was said I could not be accused of making up stuff for attention so as a diversion I threw myself on the other bed (thankfully empty) and started to hyperventilate. Julie tried to comfort me and I told her I never wanted to speak of it again.

Tim, Julie’s husband got me a glass of water, and walked me downstairs. I asked for a wheelchair but there were none available. Tim told me to take care of myself, kissed me on the cheek and put me in a cab.

Wow. That was a lucky escape. Thank God that is over with. If it had gone on much longer, I would have been forced to steal a baby and that would have been a nuisance.

Sunday

I’m so happy! This is the first year since Andy dumped me on New Year’s Eve four years ago that I’ve had someone to spend Christmas with!

I am not the kind of woman who is afraid of being alone. Hell, I’m almost always alone, but the Christmas season is so much more exciting when you’ve got someone you care for by your side.

I heard “The Little Drummer Boy” on the radio and it made me cry!

Monday

Crap. Simon does not recognize any religious holidays. I told him that Christmas isn’t religious anymore it’s all about shopping and gifts but he said it doesn’t matter.

I asked if it would all right to buy him a gift and he said that was fine and I asked if he would like to come to my mother’s house on the 25 th and he said he would as long as he wasn’t expected to participate in any rituals and I assured him that he would not.

My mum is going to be over the moon! She is always asking me if I have a “special someone” with so much hope in her voice that I could die but now I actually have a special someone and what’s more she will get to meet him unlike 80% of the other guys I’ve seen.

This just might turn out to be the best December 25 th I’ve ever had!

Tuesday

Christine phoned to ask if I was all right. I told her I was and that I couldn’t talk about it. She was so kind and I was so relieved.

If I was mercenary, and I’m not, I probably couldn’t help thinking that this might parlay into great gifts.

Just saying.

Wednesday

Tonight I get to see Simon perform! OMG, “Hi, I’m Jenna, my boyfriend is performing on stage tonight.” This is so glamorous. I am so excited.

When he gets famous, this period will feature very heavily in his autobiography so I should be conscious of that and support him as much as I can.

The show is called “Beginnings and Endings”, it is at the Elm St. Factory Theatre, and I have no idea what to wear.

So exciting!

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Excerpt from Jayde: An Extraordinary Woman in Ordinary Times

An Unathorized Autobiography By Jenna Thompson

Special Agent Trevor MacDonald leaned against the Russian wall and removed the baklava from his face.

Perspiration flew off his head as he looked left and right. She had been in his eyesight and now she was gone. It was as if she’d vaporized into thin air but Special Agent Trevor MacDonald knew she hadn’t as the technology was not yet available.

Just as he was about to shout out her name he heard a sound. He quickly disappeared into the shadows and watched as a man turned the corner. Even in the dim Russian light he could see the glint of steel in his giant hand.

He was following Jayde and someone was following him. It was going to be some night.

 

 *****Continued next week Last week

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