If you recall, yesterday I eluded to the fact that the pregnancy rumors have started again at youth group.
Not really rumors, and really they kind of ended the same night, but the drama makes for a good story.
The topic of my being pregnant came about when “R” said, “I hear hives are a sign of pregnancy”. I got a chuckle out of it as I always do, mainly because there weren’t as many people around to hear it.
Then “R” decided to pull one of the kids aside and ask them “If I told you that fancythis was pregnant, would you believe me?” His reason for asking this was to prove that he’s not particularly believable in instances like that, and we were all expecting this teen to pick up on the humor. She didn’t.
“Stand up.” she said
So I stood, and she stared at me, long and hard.
“Do I look pregnant?!” I was panic stricken at this point, as I’m sure you can imagine.
Instead of answering she just looked harder. It was obvious that in her mind, she was stuck between a rock and a hard place and quite unsure of how to answer the question.
“Say no! Say no! Say no!” I yelled
“The point of this wasn’t for you to look at her, but just to see If I told you that she was pregnant, whether or not you would believe me.” R was trying to save me at this point, I believe.
She still didn’t get it.
“Are you?” she asked
“That’s not the point, would you believe me if I told you?!”
I think this is the moment when she got it, or she at least realized that I would have had a nervous breakdown had she said that she thought I was pregnant.
“No.” she murmured
We ended it there. No more confusion for anyone involved. Thank goodness.
Later that evening:
“Hey, fancythis, are you pregnant?”
“No L, I’m not, I can assure you.”
Maybe I should spend more time at the gym.