Nosy minds want to know

Bad, bad blogger. No updates for a week? Terrible.

How will I remember to find time for the baby if I can't make time to update my blog?

I have been remiss because we have been a'travelin.

Friday, we went to Milwaukee for the Tom Petty concert at Summerfest. Saturday, we got on a plane and flew to Minneapolis for a family reunion on Josh's side. Sunday, we got back on a plane and flew home. Then we went to a party at my friend Leah's house and watched the fireworks at Josh's office downtown. Monday, we drove up to Milwaukee for the annual family parade and cookout and then we drove all the way to Bloomington.

I am tired all over again just looking at that.

But the weekend was very fun. There was some espionage and deception involved with the family reunion.

We decided we did not want a big fuss and big announcement about The Smudge (that's what I call the baby since that's what it looks like on the ultrasound). Oh yes, I forgot to post that last week. Without further ado, introducing, The Smudge.



So back to the intrigue of Minneapolis.

I was not feeling well -- shocker -- and we headed over to Josh's cousin's house for dinner. We were ferried about 30 minutes away in a minivan and I was sitting all the way in the back. Now for those who know me, you know I get carsick at the drop of a tire. So there I was, sitting in the way-back, already nauseas, and now I am carsick on top of it.

When we arrive, I make sure everyone knows "I AM CARSICK."

Oh but no. People are eyeing my water suspiciously. Looking at me oddly. Asking how I feel.

Thankfully, the cousin who asked Josh's mom the night before, "So are they pregnant yet?" was not in attendance. Because if she had asked me, the answer would have been, "Well we're having a lot of sex so hopefully, something will happen real soon. In fact, would you like us to head back to bedroom and try it out now?"

The next morning, we had a brunch at a Greek restaurant. With a buffet. Bad. Bad. Bad.

Queasy, everything smelled and I could barely look at three-quarters of the food.

Apparently halfway through the meal, Josh's three cousins corner his sister Marnie. They exchange, apparently, went something like this:

Cousins: "So, is she?"
Marnie: "So is who what?"
C: "Is Amy pregnant?"
M: "Why would you ask that?"
C: "Because she looks just like Staci did when she was pregnant. She looks sick and tired and pregnant.
(Editorial comment inserted here: "Wow, thanks, glad I look like shit. Thanks for playing")
M: "Not that I know of. I know my brother said they were going to start trying after they go to Japan in the fall. But if they tell me, I'll be sure to let you know."

Now what the hell is wrong with people? If I have something to tell you, I WILL TELL YOU. If I don't want to tell you I am pregnant because I am scared something could go wrong, guess what, I'm not telling you. It's as simple as that.

It pissed me off because it's really nobody's business but mine and Josh's. If we want to wait nine months to tell people, that is our prerogative. But if you want to speculate about it, please keep it to yourself.

Besides, would I ask them about their sex lives? Because that's pretty much where you're going with that question. It's like asking, "So hey, are you having lots of unprotected sex? Because we really hope you are."