I was going to write you a whole story, including the inauspicious movie ad by the clinic (“This Is The End”) and the auspicious way the hotdog stands smelled AMAZING, how I bought hpt’s so that I could pee on a stick after the blood draw but before the phone call (and in so doing learned that the 42nd street CVS sells honest to god vibrators), only then I sat there, next to the open box, crippled with indecision about whether or not to test, given that Sugar was off working a shift in my stead at the food coop and so on, and then the phone rang…but like me when the nurse on the phone asked how I was feeling, you would probably prefer that I dispense with the pleasantries.

Yes. Yes, I am.

221, for those of you who like numbers.

Prime factors of 13 and 17, which I like.

Starrhillgirl points out that, rendered as all caps, 221 is a very enthusiastic pair of breasts:
@@!

That seem auspicious, even I must admit.