Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Mission Impossible

Fourth of July weekend came exactly one week after I discovered I was pregnant. That weekend brought with it a bunch of social engagements with friends which brought about a new delimna - keeping it a secret until we were ready to announce.

I devised a brilliant plan. I told Mo that I would have the waiter pour me a glass of wine along with everyone else. Then while I pretended to drink from my glass, Mo would sneakily drink both his wine and mine so it would look like I was drinking. Foolproof I thought... after all, no one looks at what I eat and drink that closely right?

It seemed to be working fine until we received our appetizers (read: worked for about 10 minutes). At that point, my friend Tim started looking at me suspiciously. "How come you're not drinking?" he asked. He gestured towards my full glass, contrasted with everyone else's near empty. Mo was not doing a good job of drinking from my glass. "I am", I replied taking a fake sip of my glass. He didn't look convinced but was appeased for now.

Since Mo was doing such a rotten job, I jabbed him as a reminder to drink from my glass. Now let me tell you, the last job Mo should get is as a spy because he chose right away to pick up my glass. "Hey Mo", laughed my friend John. "That's Theressa's glass you're drinking from!"

This went on for a while until everyone around me was asking why I wasn't drinking. "C'mon, c'mon... tell us!" So I finally had to fess us, we were pregnant. At that point, John laughed and said "Duh, it was pretty obvious when Mo started drinking your wine. You guys aren't very stealthy you know". (paraphrased since it's been so long that I can't remember his exact words)

We had congratulations all around, and I cheered everyone with a newly ordered glass of cranberry juice.

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