"No Big Deal"

Without going into great detail about my family (or who I really am), it should be noted that my family is pretty powerfully tied. Not so long ago, my parents were forced to expose a skeleton in our family closet to me, as the media had gotten hold of some “information”. Well, it was all pretty heavy and I thought to lighten the mood a bit, I would expose my secret - tattoos 2 and 3. This is the conversation:
Nicole: I also have something to tell you.
Dad: What? What is it? I’m not sure how much I can take?
Nicole: It’s no big deal, really. On a scale of 1 to 10, it’s about a 1 for me, a 5 for you, and probably a 9 for Mom.
Dad: You’re pregnant.
Nicole: No, Dad, I’m not pregnant.

Ok. Let that sink in. I haven’t seriously dated a guy in months, so what kind of a slut does my Father take me for? (And we can only hope he never reads this.) But even after I got over the fact my Dad thinks I am an irresponsible, promiscuous, morally questionable daughter (again, it’s what my parents think, not what I am), I began thinking why on Earth would he think it was a ONE on the “big deal” scale. Let’s face it, if I were unmarried, and unattached for that matter, I’m pretty sure pregnancy would rate higher than a fucking ONE, don’t you? Seriously.