That night, we were glowy, warm, and perfect. Some may argue that it was his concussion-fueled dizziness, but I knew our world was tipped askew by the pure delight of the pea sized child that lay between us. We talked about everything from Cristina's reaction, to happy childhood times. The room practically pulsated with how right we are. And as he fell asleep, I secretly chanted and taunted myself with pleasure.

"George O'Malley and Isobel Stevens are pregnant. With child. In a family way..."

In short, we are wonderful.

I awoke that morning to a bright, happy sun beating down from the slats in the shades. George was curled gently around me with smiling lips and tousled hair. I wanted ice cream, but I didn't want to puke. All that can be right, was.

His fingers slipped under my shirt, and spanned across my belly. With his eyes still closed he whispered, "Morning, Mommy. Morning, Baby." and kissed my bare shoulder.

Giddily I rolled over and replied, "Morning Daddy."

After a sweet kiss, we took one look at each other and burst out laughing. He pulled me close as he called me a dork. Yup. Pretty perfect.

"GEORGE! IZZIE! WHAT THE HELL?!"

I had apparently spoke to soon.

We sat up in unison as Meredith slapped the door open.

"A baby?! Seriously?!"

We shared a glance, then nodded without a word.

"You are serious?"

She reached out to snap up a stray pillow and threw it at us.

"You freakin' live with me and the whole hospital knows before I do? Cristina knows about it before I do?"

Finally wore out, she collapsed on the bed beside me.

"Trust me Meredith. You would have known first if I was in my right mind. But after the Close Encounter with the doorframe, I was not with all of my faculties."

My Georgey. The peace maker.

They ranted and bantered back and forth for several minutes. Uncharacteristically, I piped down. My bubble had officially been burst. The horrible butterflies returned. Two people now knew, and neither had offered a genuine congratulations. Cristina wanted my surgeries, and Meredith was reiterating all the reasons this was bad, but no one was happy. The whole hospital knew, and there wasn't a single call. They were all too busy snickering behind my back. This is bad. Really, very bad.

I was going to puke.

After that little show of motherhood, I was certainly in no mood. But the world kept spinning on. I came from the bathroom pale and bleary eyed, knowing I couldn't hide forever.

Meredith looked up coyly.

"How goes it Mommy?"

Call it the hormones, but my mood switched up fast.

"Meredith, you may think I am a slut, or stupid, or whatever, but you can't make fun of me! Not anymore! I've heard it all for weeks, but I am so over it! I have made my mistakes-made my bed, but believe me, I am more than happy to lay in it! With George! With my frickin' baby! I am happy, dammit! And if you can't be happy for me, that's fine, but don't rain on my parade! My big, fat, PREGNANT, parade!"

I was exposed.

Two pairs of eyes looked backed at me with shock.

Despite my bravado, I was quickly quivering with tears.

"Izzie, my intent wasn't to be unkind, but this is less than ideal..."

"You mean like McDreamy ideal? You should be comfortable here. You are all about shunning ideal. So when I tell you I am pregnant, you should jump on the boat, not bawl me out. We can be McDamaged Mistresses together, or at least we could've been. You know, I was nice to you when Addison showed up. I kept my useless opinions to minimum. Could you extend that courtesy? Thanks.I need air."

With that I spun on my heel and left the building.

And just because I am apparently the joke of the universe, Alex had to stick his head out from his room and give his two cents.

"You knocked her up? Didn't know you had it in ya Bambi!"

I pushed his face back in his lair.

"Shove it, Karev! Go catch something from Nurse Olivia!"

Selfish and dramatic.

Ten points for me.