Saturday night we had dinner at my brother-in-law's house. My brothers-in-law knew I'm pregnant and no one else there did. We are not planning to tell my mother-in-law until after my next prenatal appointment on 3/22.
So as we are sitting down to dinner, one guest says, loudly, "I notice you're not drinking any wine - any particular reason?" To which I replied, as coolly as I could, "I've been working outdoors all day and I'm pretty dehydrated." To which he replied, "Well, I know you guys are trying to get pregnant, so I wondered if that was why you weren't drinking."
Fortunately I had rehearsed an answer to this type of comment, and said something like "Oh, you know, when there's news, there's news, and in the meantime there's a lot of waiting."
Later in the evening, my brother-in-law privately asked me whether I wanted dessert without sabayon sauce, which was laced with alcohol, and I lurked in the kitchen eating my plain fruit so no one would notice. Eventually, though, another guest wandered over and looked into my dish commenting, "So, you don't eat dairy or meat, huh?" Since I had chowed down on a huge serving of beef stew sitting across from this man, I was amused and relieved that he was so far from the mark, but I answered in the affirmative and my secret was safe for a little longer.
It'll be much easier when everyone knows.
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