My lips are sealed

Today I was talking with some of my coworkers about what we were wearing to the Christmas party tomorrow night. I got some cute party dresses in August and I wanted to wear one of them, but one is too tight thanks to this new tummy bulge and the other one fits, but my stomach pokes out too much for my liking. My coworker said that can be my way of telling everybody, but I don't look pregnant, I look like I ate too much at Thanksgiving. I've actually stopped telling people I was pregnant. I figure the rest of the people will figure it out when they see me waddling or carrying a baby. It's not that I don't want people to know, it's that sometimes I feel bad because you never know another person's story.

I went to a friend's house for breakfast a few weeks ago and there were 5 of us, all married and all in our 20's. I only didn't know one of them. We had a great time talking about our families (2 have kids, 2 are pregnant, the stranger was neither). By the end of the breakfast, the stranger girl was in tears. Apparently her and her husband are having fertility issues. We stopped and prayed with her, but in the end, I felt bad because we were all going on and on planning our families and she was hurting.

My uncle died right when I found out I was pregnant. Since my mom knew I was pregnant, she told them because babies cheer people up. Well my cousin (who's 30 something) wasn't happy. She actually left the room or changed the subject whenever my mom tried to talk about it. When they went places together, she wouldn't talk to my mom. I know she has a 4 year old and she's separated from her husband, and her dad just died so I guess she didn't want to hear about anybody else. It made me feel bad for her.

 

So anyway, that's why I stopped telling people. I'd rather they ask or whisper behind my back and find out, lol.