he's made a huge mistake

I had a friend over for lunch the other day, one whom I rarely get to see. It was impromptu, an off-hand invite to join me and Blake for leftovers, and at one point, I dragged out the two receiving blankets I've made recently (both pink, one because I fell in love with the fabric, one because I ruined another friend's blanket squares trying to make a blanket for her).

"Look!" I said excitedly. "I made these. Aren't they pretty? I love them."

"Very cute!" she replied with enthusiasm, then looked at me kind of searchingly. "Is there something else?"

I gazed at her blankly. "I made them all by myself? With my own sewing machine?"

She looked a little confused. "But I thought... with receiving blankets and suddenly having me over for lunch that, maybe... you might have an announcement?" She looked up hopefully.

"Uh... OH. I am NOT pregnant!"

What is funny is that she thinks I'd be able to keep a secret like that for long enough to think ahead and make blankets and plot a little lunchtime bomb-dropping. I'm the kind of person who'd announce on here and Facebook and probably via text that Rob and I are going to start a family, that I'm ovulating, and please don't stop by tonight. And when I told Rob all of the above, he dropped his head into his hands and moaned, "What have I gotten myself into?"

HAHA! It's a little late to be asking that, mister!