K: Here, try this beer!
Me: No thanks, I'm not drinking tonight.
K: ...*questioning, suspicious eyebrow raise*
E: ...*quizzical suspecting glance*
Me: Ok, fine, yeah. I got knocked up again.
K: Squeee!
E: I thought your boobs looked really perky.
This is why secret pregnancies with medical school friends don't work out. I turn down one glass of alcohol, gain three pounds, and they're all busy going...."Hmmm...not drinking, weight gain, not staying out as late, eating a salad instead of chicken wings...YOU'RE PREGGERS!"
I'm clearly going to have to tell people after we get back from Germany.
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