I was willing to take the risk.

The last time I wore one of my favorite work sweaters was the day a coworker asked me if I was pregnant again.  Yeah.  Not so much.

When I got home, I couldn't get it off fast enough.


But it's been almost two months.  So I thought today, maybe, was the day to bring it back out.


I put it on.

Felt okay. 

Not fabulous.  Still no bathing suits in my future.  But, not totally pregnant looking, either.

And then I brushed my teeth.  And Brian asked me a question.  Which, of course, I had to answer right then and there.  Drooling giant amounts of toothpaste all over said sweater.  Said dry clean only sweater.

So now, not only do I look like a pregnant woman who isn't really pregnant, I look like a pregnant woman who isn't really pregnant who hasn't learned how not to drool on herself.

I'm starting to think this sweater is bad luck.

But I wore it anyway.  After all, I already had the pants and boots ready to go.  And today's eye makeup isn't going to work with just anything.

And I dare anyone to ask me if I am expecting again.