Well I'm back. I can't tell you how wonderful it was to have four days off. I got to watch my hubby compete. I can't tell you how proud I am of him! His quartet came Fifth (of nine groups) and his chorus came Fourth (of 8 groups)! They got some great feedback that they can use to improve.
I went to the competition with my in-laws. It was great to spend time with them. I am very fortunate that I get along so well with them. Friday was even a decent day. I thought I'd be all melancholy, but somehow I still enjoyed myself. Ryan even remembered about Kenneth without me reminding him. I think we dealt with it in our own quiet way.
A great extra-long weekend was had by all. I didn't even mind when, at a Sunday dinner get-together with some of R's family and their friends, I was outed...
One lady (whom I adore), looked straight at me and said, "So Lindsay, when are you due". I proceeded to blush three shades of red before telling everyone October 15th. Her daugther, said, "What she's preggers? How can you tell?". She then replied, "you can just tell". Well there you have it.
There is a simple reason I think she guessed it is that I've "popped". Already. I got into the shower on Friday, looked down and went "bloody hell, where the heck did that come from?!?" I look pregnant. People who know me notice. Heck, a lady in a purse shop asked me when I was due. Do you know how awkward that question is at 11 weeks? Especially when you haven't even announced it to most people? BUT I had a feeling this would happen. I have a very short torso and the baby has no where to go but out. Straight out. I'm going to be huge.
And I don't mind.