Feeling icky in my stomach in the late evenings. Nothing real bad, just a mild malaise. Tonight was New Year's Eve. I was invited out on the town to get my drunk on, but begged off. Instead, we went to visit the in-law's, talked about making baby blankets on the knitting machine, and mooched dinner. Going out with my crazy friends (who are out-of-state teachers who have a ton of vacation time around the holidays and come home to stay with their parents for a week or so and thus have no normal day-to-day responsibilities like jobs and laundry and such and therefore take the opportunity to relive our early 20's doing the bar scene) would know immediately if I didn't have a drink in my hand to toast the New Year. My husband went to bed early. I stayed up and watched a new favorite show and listened to the neighbors shoot their guns up into the air and the barges out on the river blow their fog horns, which is one of the cool perks of living close to the river. Not so cool when it's a summer evening and the speed boat traffic is a constant mosquito buzz in the background, but I like hearing the fog horns nonetheless.
I have a Girls' Night planned for next Friday night. The only two of my pals that will be there know that we've been trying for a few months and will probably ask immediately. I haven't decided if I'm going to tell them or not, but one is a new mom and will know immediately if I shy away from partaking in the customary bottle of wine and nibble soda crackers all night. I'll probably tell them. I've been dying to tell someone besides family, anyway. And they know the risks inherent in the first trimester, so I'm sure they'll be super supportive. And if I do (God forbid!) have a miscarriage, these girls would be the first people I'd turn to, so it'd be nice to be able to share my excitement and worries with them.
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