'We have to say something soon' Nikala says to me on the way to the station one recent morning and not for the first time either.
'I know, but it seems weird to do it now after waiting so long, don't you think?' I reply, again not for the first time.
'Yes but it will be even weirder if the next time we see them they're all like "who's that small child with you?"
Woah there, I think. 'Woah there!' I say. 'Slow down a second there, it was totally you're idea not to announce it on Facebook in the first place!' I declare, the hint of a small smug smile tickling the corners of my mouth. Nikala has an almost Orwellian mistrust of sharing information with the world, whereas I am the opposite and will happily tell the world about my last doctors visit or share my personal details with the chip shop owners if they would only ask.
'Well we still could tell people in person' Nikala points out, and she is right, except in the last seven months and eighteen days, we have utterly failed to organise anything with our friends in order to tell them the news. Incidentally it is also at this point that I realise we have become somewhat hermit-like and really need to get out more.
'Right' I say decisively, 'it's too late, I am going to send them all a text, I'm sure they will understand.' and now the decision is made I feel a wash of relief flood through me, we will finally have told all that are dear to us, our exciting news.
I fish my phone from the depths of pocket and prepare for some serious thumb typing, but what's this? A text from some old friends of ours, ahhh that's lovely news, they are seven weeks pregnant and they wanted to let us all know with a mass text. Shit.
'We can't tell everyone now, it will look like we are competing with them. I don't want them to think we are stealing their thunder by saying "seven weeks? Try seven months! In your face losers!"
So now we have to decide how long is long enough before we announce our news. At this rate it will be the child's first birthday...
