I Guess I Should Clarify

Yesterday morning, at 7:45 a.m., my phone rang. It was my sister. I knew she was probably on her way to work. I knew that she knew that I was getting ready for the daycare kids. So since I knew that she knew that I knew that she knew that we were both just embarking on our work day, I was a little curious why she was calling.

"Hi!" she beamed. "How are you?"

"I'm doing good!" I beamed back. I was. I was good. Feelin' good. Freshly showered. Excited that it was Friday. Good. 

"Hi!" she sing-songed again.

"Hi," I returned.

We've already established this part of the conversation.

I waited for a moment.

She hesitated, then asked, "Um... Are you pregnant?"

This was not a question I was expecting at 7:46 a.m.

"No!" I replied. "Why?" I asked in amazement.

Had I put on a few pounds? I mean, I know it's autumn and we're all indulging in more creamy sauces than usual, but I think I've maintained myself pretty well thus far.

Then I realized... My post from the night before... She read a little too much into it.

So, for all of you out there who might have pondered the same possibility, I'm here to tell you: No. Not pregnant.

Just happy.

Are we clear?