So apparently, I'm not fooling anyone.

We went to look at a house on Saturday on our way over to my sister-in-law's for a birthday BBQ. I was wearing a cute little sundress, which I figured hid my bloated belly pretty well - it was empire waisted and pretty flowy.

So we're looking through the house, and decide it's not for us. On our way out, the realtor asked what we thought about it. I replied, "it's nice, but it doesn't have enough bedrooms." Without hesitation, she looks at my stomach and says, "Which number is this?" I kind of stuttered and said, "Oh, it's our first." Then we left. As soon as we were out the door, Nick says, "Do you want to go home and change?" Well no, because I don't have anything else at all to wear!

This lady was so confident that I was pregnant, she didn't even hesitate to ask! Nervy!

So at the BBQ, I was pretty self-conscious and tried to make an effort to suck in and stand in flattering ways. It was a family BBQ, which meant that half of the guests knew I'm pregnant (my in-laws), but the other half were my sister-in-law's in-laws, who obviously didn't know. But they were all looking at my stomach, and I knew it.

As we were about to leave later that night, my brother-in-law tells me that his mom knows. She went up to him and said, "Listen, you don't have to say anything, but just tell Daphne Congratulations". He denied knowing anything, and said that if I'm pregnant, I haven't told him yet. She just shushed him and said, "I'm your mother, and I know when someone is pregnant."

So ya, I was kind of upset for a bit... but in the end, I am pregnant, so whatever. I'd be horribly offended if I was just getting chunky, but I am actually growing a little person inside me, so whatever. We'll be telling people soon enough - in a week! Or less! So whatever.