Melissa's Place

I’m not P-word

There’s been some excitement and a smidgen of well-deserved deceit surrounding my good friend Nej and her delicate state. She’s found herself in a family-way. She’s gotten herself bunned up. And I’ve known now for what seems like an eternity and I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone.

Apparently, I can’t keep a secret. Delia found out from me. Joann inadvertently did too and I strongly suspect Mattie-O has known for some time (also my fault). I won’t blame it on not being able to lie, even though I can’t. All I have to say is, if it’s a very important secret and no one is going to ASK ME directly, I’m your girl. But if someone is going to have an Ah Ha moment in front of me and then look me in the eye and demand if they’re right, well, I’ll have a hard time.

When Nej told Big N, she was expectedly excited and giddy and she mentioned something like, “Oh, I just KNEW it! I was talking the other day with someone….who was it….and we were just SAYING that you’re probably pregnant….and there was someone else we were wondering about…..hmmmm….who was it?” Who was it, indeed? I’ve been getting the hints. I’m getting the elbows in the ribs. I hear the “first comes love, then comes the marriage….” rhymes and I see the inquisitive glances when I wear the empire waist bands and baby-doll shirts (it’s the STYLE alright!).

Well, I weighed myself a week or so back and I’d put on about five pounds. My pants are starting to feel a bit snug and I’m not running as much. I’m also feeling a bit self-conscious about the whole thing. So here’s a word to the wise: Don’t ask me if I’m pregnant. You might end up with my fist in your mouth.

:)