Well, thanks to pregnancy magic that allows you to count the 2 weeks before you conceived, I am unofficially 5 weeks pregnant! It's unofficial until a doctor waves a speculum over my lady parts and that won't happen for another 3 1/2 weeks.
Primarily, I am VERY sleepy. Like fall asleep with your head on your desk sleepy. Or, fall asleep in the car while your husband is filling the gas tank sleepy. Also, it was me. I farted. There, I said it. It feels good to get that off my chest. Speaking of which, whose boobs are these? If they continue growing at this rate, I will look like I'm smuggling basketballs by my third trimester.
That's pretty much it. Oh, except...well, you may recall that I have a bit of an obsessive research and prepare thing. And babies are expensive. And nine months isn't that long to prepare for such a big responsibility...
Gah, I bought some cloth diapers! I couldn't help it! They are so bitty and cute and it's really all my husband's fault for suggesting we look at them. **hangs head in embarrassed defeat**
So, our plan to keep hiding this from our friends is totally going to go great as long as they never look in the back bedroom closet. And that they keep believing I'm just dehydrated and don't feel like drinking beer. Or, R and I get really good at slight of hand and I manage to dump my beer into his glass when no one is looking.
I'm sure it will be fine.
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Can you pour cranberry juice into a glass and convince people that you're drinking something? I found out I was pregnant with my second on the morning of my 30th birthday party, and convinced the bartender to make something that no one would suspect was just juice.
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