To Tell or Not to Tell?

Today I went to a baby shower for my friend Doreen.  Within the first five minutes I was there, after I declined the alcoholic punch, the woman sitting next to me immediately asked if I was pregnant.  I don't mind being evasive but I hate having to flat-out lie, but I did.  Later, I was talking with my friend Heather who is also pregnant, and she asked if Paul-John and I would be starting a family anytime soon and I had to give some sort of wishy-washy answer.  And then later, when several of us were discussing food and drink that are verboten for pregnant folk, and I made a comment about how soft cheese will be (not is right now) one of the most difficult things to give up, someone else asked me if I was pregnant!  The whole ordeal was a little frustrating, but I have decided to take it as a good sign if I am giving out pregnant vibes.

Later in the afternoon I did end up telling Heather that I am 5 weeks preggo.  I felt a little guilty, since I want to be more secretive that Paul-John, and I have been convincing him why we should wait to tell friends, and I was the one to spill the beans pretty much the first time I left the house.  However, the people that Paul-John wants to tell are mainly male, and there is a huge difference, at least to me, to telling a guy and telling a pregnant female.  Even though Heather and I aren't super close, she is someone I would feel very comfortable talking to if anything should go wrong, and that is not something I can say about all of our friends.  (At least not right away.  After a certain amount of time I am sure I would tell all of our friends).

Last night on the phone my MIL said that the 9 months tend to go really fast, but I think the first twelve weeks go by super slow.  I am really looking forward to getting over this first hurdle.