The weekend after finding out we were pregnant we were heading to a party. I didn’t want to miss this get together; it was for some of our friends that had moved ½ way across the world. They were only in town of brief amount of time. Plus, it was going to be a lot of fun.
I am not a heavy drinker typically, but if I drank nothing surly questions would arise. Questions I was not ready to answer. I was still getting used to the idea. And, I had not seen the doctor yet. Go figure, the day I find out I am pregnant her office is closed and would remain closed half the week. They were moving to a new location. My first appointment wouldn’t be until the following Tuesday. I would be 5 weeks which I realize would be a very early appointment for a normal pregnancy, but this one would be anything but normal.
Anyway, back to the party. I put a lot of thought into what I was going to do. I could bring a bottle of red wine. Of course, the bottle would actually contain watered down grape juice, but I am not a big red wine drinker, so that would seem odd especially to my close friends. As much as I tried, I couldn’t figure out how to fake white wine. As I sat pondering my options, I took a sip of my sparkling water and just like that, the little light bulb in my head went off. I would get Smirnoff green apple, dump out the bottles and refill them with my raspberry apple sparkling water. I would only have to fake a couple, after all I was driving.
My plan was working great! Nobody had any idea that I was actually drinking water. At one point, the topic of Chris and I trying again came up in conversation. I was asked if we would tell people right away or wait the traditional 12 weeks. Time to test my poke face… I said we weren’t sure. I told them Chris had once mentioned not telling anyone ever. Well at least not until we had the baby in our arms. I joked that is not really going to work. Guess we will just have to wait and see. Everyone seemed continent with that answer. I was then asked if the doctor thought I would have any fertility issues. I was sure I was going to give it way on this question. No, I said, trying so hard not to smile. But again, nobody seemed on to my little secret.
The party was a success!