I have a confession to make. I used spend a ridiculous amount of time assessing my friends, trying to guess if they were pregnant or not. It’s a strange little activity, i realize, but i still did it, nontheless. does she look a little belly-er than normal? Is she eating more? eating less? did she pass on the alcohol? did she turn green when i brought out the chicken? I took great pleasure if and when the pregnancy was announced. because. i. knew. when they were trying to keep their first trimester a secret from the world, i was in on it.
i have since given up this habit. why, you ask?
because there are days when i am a little bloated. and days when i don’t feel like having any alcohol (of course, there aren’t many of these…) and days when i turn green at the sight of chicken. and i, of course, am not pregnant. no, ma’am, we’re done.
and i sure as hell don’t want my friends thinking i’m pregnant. silently watching me and waiting for the day i pull out my 12-week ultrasound.
like sunday morning. i woke up feeling hungover sick. really sick. i didn’t actually have that much to drink the night before - two baileys and ices (like an alcoholic frappacino.amazing. i highly recommend). but i was feeling it. like i couldn’t get out of bed.
the husband - he who should be sainted - took all three kidlets to the Toronto Busker Fest and i stayed in bed. all day. it was incredible. Much Music was showing a season one OC marathon that i was all over. This day was just as good for my brain as it was for my body. i needed a mental health day, and this was just what the doctor ordered. i don’t think i’ve had one of these since i was pregnant with Isabella, over 2 years ago.
but that night, we went with friends for dinner and to see Superbad, which was seriously one of the funniest movies i’ve ever seen, we had to call them and tell them i might not come. because i was dizzy and lightheaded and a little bit neausiated and i had spent all day in bed.
and you know what they were thinking…."Ali’s so pregnant." you know now they will just be sitting and waiting for that ultrasound picture to pop up…which i can assure you, will not.
but this is why i will never try to guess if my friends are pregnant.
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when Ali’s not busy working full time and chasing after her three rugrats….she can be seeing blogging over at Cheaper Than Therapy and Urbanmoms.ca.
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I have a friend like that, and I want to pound her!!!
Every week, she asks me…I seriously am thinking of NOT hanging out with her anymore…By the way, this is the same woman who has two parties for all for all of her kids…three…
By ~JJ! on 08.29.07 7:15 am | Permalink
hahaha. 2 baileys? you sound like me. A cheap drunk. LOL
By Suzanne on 08.29.07 11:37 am | Permalink
Great post, as always, Ali! Did you wonder if I was preggers before I pulled out the ole ultrasound at work??
By Haley-O on 08.29.07 1:52 pm | Permalink
I used to do that too, but have also stopped after realizing how annoying it is. I only realized that when other people kept giving me the eye if I said I didn’t want to drink (and let’s not even discuss the suspicious looks I got from the belly that just refuses to bounce back into place after the kids were born).
And I used to be able to hold my liquor until after my pregnancy with #1. Now it’s pathetic. I prefer it though - much cheaper that way.
By andi on 08.29.07 3:53 pm | Permalink
hmmm…I’ve never done that.
I wonder if my friends do that???
….my 3 closest friends don’t have kids, & so, I doubt that they do that. Besides, I pee on a stick, get a positive, and within the hour all the phone lines in Texas are almost melted from all the calls my hubby & I make… (yeah, I’m really good at keeping a secret…)
By Lainey-Paney on 08.29.07 4:38 pm | Permalink
I’m way to self-absorbed to worry about whether or not my friends are pregnant. I’m just worried about what they think of me!
By Leslie on 08.29.07 9:27 pm | Permalink
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