Last night, my brother (and yes that's the lieutenant who's going to get married this Saturday) bluntly asked me, Da, buntis ka? (Are you pregnant?)
Ouch! That sounded like a bomb.
And that also reminded me of something I stumbled into a few days ago.
No, don't get me wrong. I'm not really against the thought of getting pregnant but to be mistaken as one when I'm absolutely not is... not much of a pleasant music to my mousey ears. But then, the truth - almost always -is very much like that. Aaaargh!
Anyway, as I was writing this, I was thinking, so how about working on the second child. Maybe I really should start planning on that. Now, folks, there's no need to get too excited as I only said to start planning. Grin, grin.