I have an announcement

*clink, clink, clink* (fork tapping on wine glass)

"Excuse me, excuse me!"  Everyone stops talking and looks directly at me.  "Thank you all for coming," I say.  Oooo, the anticipation is building now......

"I have an announcement."  People look over at my husband but he is staring up at me with the same bewildered look, no clue as to what the big announcement is.  One of the couples looks at each other with knowing grins on their faces.  A tear comes to my eye.

"I just don't like artichoke hearts."  I begin to ramble, "I've always thought of them as a classy food, though I know they come in a can just like a simple pea or carrot, but they've always seemed to impart a sort of upper-class salad to me and I really wanted to be that girl who eats high society salad." 

Distressed glances are being shot my way.  Stephen is headed toward me for our romantic embrace.........no.....he's leading me out of the room.....

Last night I was laying in bed, thinking about making that announcement - "We're pregnant!"  I admit it, I've thought about it before.  About how I'll tell my Mom, my brother, my friends.  There is just no other announcement that I can think of that would be as exciting to them as this one.  "I've got a human being growing inside me!"  That's a pretty rousing announcement.

I can't make that announcement.  So, what can I announce?  I think if I could just get it out of my system, that desire to make a big announcement, then I could let that fantasy go.

Oh, I hate artichoke hearts!