Hiding game

I have yet to go public with my news. There are several reasons for this. First off, I have yet to visit my doctor for full, scientific evaluation and confirmation (it takes weeks, sometimes months to get an OBGYN appointment in this city). Second, and more significantly, I'm still coming to terms with my new state and taking the time to sharpen my reactionary skills so I won't appear to be such an ungrateful curmudgeon (see Congratulations?).

Since I haven't shared the news with anyone beyond Mr. Oh, the receptionist at my OBGYN and my yoga instructor, I've been playing the hiding game from friends and family, avoiding any interaction. The problem is I'm a horrible liar - I wear my emotions on my sleeve and if I'm dealing with something I need to air it out, otherwise it'll fester and ferment, and make me a rather unpleasant person to deal with.

Last weekend, two days after peeing on those sticks, we had a housewarming party where just about all the people we knew joined us in our home. It was lovely; but I hardly got to enjoy myself. I was on pins and needles all night, floating quickly around the room, staying with no one person or group too long for them to notice that I wasn't toting my perpetually full glass of wine or that I didn't even taste the tuna tartar I made (which I heard was pretty great). I particularly stayed away from the gals - especially the mammas - as I was afraid they'd sense something was afoot.

So, today, without thinking I agreed to join a friend at an event later this week - I always seem to leap before thinking. And, now I sit here worried, how do I avoid joining her for the celebratory drink (when that's one of the things we do so well together) without spilling the beans?

I guess, I'll have to be creative!