Sanctus, sanctus

I am thinking that somehow I'm gradually becoming the patron saint of teenage pregnancies of Brampton. Which is so weird, as I'm trying very hard to find something redemptive in that. But it's quite difficult, looking down the barrel of what the future holds for BOTH children (mom and babe inclusive). I suppose also that there is some cosmic irony in there too, which I find amusing, but it still does not bode well for the future of our nation...