This weekend we went to the cabin in Baker, West Virginia with some good friends. This trip has been a source of stress for me because I'm not ready to tell people up front about the pregnancy. I'm still waiting out for the second trimester. Although, we are having a little fun with those who are guessing it on their own.
After about 24 hours of putting off drinking and avoiding the peer pressure to start drinking Marcus and I pulled the ol' switcharoo. He had already prepared two bottles of "beer" filled with water and set them in the cooler for when I decided to start drinking. I did drink one of them, it was ice cold and delicious, but accidentally left it sitting next to the couch only to have someone else find it and dump it out.
That was the beginning of the end. The Observant One figured me out. I don't know exactly what tipped her off. She said her senses picked up a week ago at Marcus' birthday party when I looked utterly exhausted...which I was...and then she noticed my lack of drinking...which I wasn't (drinking that is). Even Observant One's husband noticed something. For at least a week now he's been asking me what's wrong. My desire to fly under the radar and not draw attention to my non-drinking-self was what was wrong. So, in a way, he caught on he just didn't know it.
In the end we got away with only two out of the four adults at the cabin discovering our little secret. Although, my particularly well-endowed chest was noticed on the last day by Clueless #1. What? My Hokie bird just grew some extra big muscles, that's all. ;)
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