Amy Maxwell & the Long 9 Months

Dear Diary,
Guess what? I'm pregnant. I should be happy about that, right? After all, Roger and I wanted to start a family...maybe not just right now.
Not only am I pregnant, I just lost my job. And my car keeps stalling going into left-hand turns. And not only am I pregnant, jobless, and without a reliable vehicle, I've got to move into a dilapidated old house and smuggle a puppy past my pet-unfriendly hubby.
My life was busy enough before I made a pledge to my old boss that I'd figure out who was stealing valuable packages from the small businesses in town. It's a lot of pressure, and I'm not even a mom yet. I can't wait to just cuddle my newborn baby and not have to worry about anything else. But first, I've got to get out of this dog catcher's van before I give birth amongst the dog crates. Hopefully, the guy with the gun in the front seat knows the way to the hospital.
Love,
Amy