Nope, no news. No pregnancy news at all.
"Oh PHEW!" She laughs, "you're drinking!"
I guess now I know - if I go to sleep early, take a nap midday and then turn down a drink, I'm pregnant. Probably because at this very time, four years ago when we stayed here, all those things were true.
Also maybe because I have Dunkin' Donuts gut this weekend. (A sure way to know you're in New England.)
Now we're off to Maine. I hear lobstahs are $4 a pound.
I can even eat them raw if I want. Because, you know - I'm not pregnant.