Hair dresser dilemmas

After dumping my hair guy in Winston last year I found a new girl, Katie. Awesome, wonderful, love her. We talk about how we aren't ready for kids and she is basically the red headed version of myself. Today, I asked what was new, and she gave me a weird look, "shoot, she's pregnant." I thought. What came next was worse. "We're moving, to Atlanta."  Bah! Just my luck. I have one year left here before we move, I was expecting to have to go through this in Florida, not here.  Rats.