dirty little liar

My mother called me last night to tell her her best friend is going to be a grandmother. Her son and his wife are expecting their first child next June -- a day after I'm due, actually. I just grinned and nodded while we talked about that. I know my mom's ready to be a grandmother as well. Little does she know.

Later I talked to my sister about the same baby news. Since the topic was all baby, she eventually flat-out asked me a question: "So are y'all ready to have a baby yet?"

I pause a moment, vividly aware of the little Taco growing inside me, and say, "Nooooo . . ." I go on to say how the cats keep me happy and occupied.

I hope I lied well enough. The Husband thinks I didn't pull it off and now she knows. Well, we'll find out in three short weeks.

That's right -- three weeks. The Husband and I quickly decided that there is no way on God's green earth we're gonna be able to wait until Christmas to hold this secret in, so Thanksgiving is the mark. It really works out well. Both of our immediate families will be gathered in one spot -- it will be huge. It might even make The Event of the Week!

Now if I could only rig up my camera to snap a picture right when the cat's out of the bag to get a shot of everyone's faces. There's gotta be a way.