I wrote this post on September 27, 2009. I was something like six or seven weeks pregnant, and B and I were both still really, really not ok with this pregnancy, so we had to get creative about how to hide it from his family.
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B's siblings were in town for the weekend, so we made the trek home to spend a weekend with the in-laws. I knew that my not drinking would attract attention, so I brought up the possibility of telling his family this weekend. B's just as embarrassed as I am by the whole situation, and he wasn't having it (when I asked when he wanted to tell, his response was, "When are you due?"). So we decided not to tell.
When we sat down to dinner on Friday, one of his sisters immediately asked why I wasn't having any wine. I pulled out my pre-rehearsed excuse of having a sinus infection last week, and still being on an antibiotic. That seemed to placate everyone. For the moment.
Saturday night, at my nephew's birthday party, B's younger sister plopped herself down next to me, looked in my cup, and said, "Just punch, huh? You're not pregnant, are you?" I said no, I'm on antibiotics. She didn't buy it. All she said was, "Ok, but if you pop out a baby in about seven and a half months, we'll know." Blah.
I think the reason B is so hesitant to tell his family is because his older sister and her husband having unsuccessfully been trying for number two for almost a year. And while they so desperately want another, here we are with a pregnancy we
I guess it doesn't matter when we tell, anyway. His younger sister is convinced that I'm pregnant, which I'm sure she's shared with the older one. They know, whether we admit to it or not. Hopefully B caves and decides he wants to tell them soon.