This happened yesterday.

It was a crazy month. We laid in bed a few weeks ago and Amber turned to me with the lights off “I’m pregnant.”

I didn’t tell my best friends, I didn’t tell my family, I just kept it to myself and talked to Amber when I needed to express how happy I was. Good thing we didn’t say anything to anyone, right? I guess this is why the jewish stereotype of not telling anyone until the second trimester exists.

Life is what it was two months ago. We’re not pregnant.

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