We, my husband and I, agreed not to tell anyone until 12 weeks.  Sure, we, or possibly more me, are ready to shout it from the rooftops, but we are going to be adults about this and wait until it is totally safe.   This is what we discussed while laying in bed, just one day after I peed on that little stick, actually 4 little sticks, just to be sure.  Positive times 4!

But then, it just happened.  Tuesday night, 7 p.m., dinner with Jess.  Completely innocent, it went like this.  Waiter: What can I get you to drink?  Jess:  Red or white?  Me:  Water please.  Jess:  Holy shit, you are pregnant.  I cannot believe you have been sitting here for like 35 seconds and have not told me.

Jess is always intense so her over-reaction is totally normal, but am I that transparent.  I say no to wine one time in the middle of the week and the secret is out.  Either that or I am wearing fat jeans, but these jeans fit great so that isn’t it.  Then I start thinking about wine and how I enjoy wine weekly, has it been nightly?  Not sure, never cared.  So now I get my blackberry, go to the calculator function because my type A self needs an answer, and there it is, 40 times 7 is 280, that is how many nights I will go without wine.

For the good news, no calories from the wine for sure means I get to order dessert, and guilt free to boot.  Jess celebrates for me, with my wine and hers, puts dibs on my size 28 jeans that she is sure I will not miss for at least one year, and not ready for kids herself, gives me a congratulations, so glad it is you and not me kind of hug.  That leaves me worried that now I am one of those women.  You know, the friend that falls off the planet because she does not drink wine for 280 nights and is going to be a mom and therefore only wants to have mom friends and wear mom jeans.  I want to tell Jess not to let me be that Pregnant Girl, but then I yawn and go home.

10 p.m. I am home.  Husband:  How was dinner.  Me:  Jess knows.  Husband:  We agreed not to tell anyone yet.  Me: 40 weeks without wine, what do you expect?