I know I’m skipping back and forth a bit in terms of this story and I have quite a few missing pieces to fill in but I am in the mood to write about the funny incidents, so bear with me.
Okay, so Ants and I finally got married on March 27, 28 or 29th (I can never remember which and we both always forget our wedding anniversary) in 1993. We honeymooned in Broome because it was cheap at that time of year and Anthony has always been very careful with money. In Broome, we soon discovered why it was so cheap – it was an extremely hot and unbearably humid time of year.
Nevertheless it was a lovely resort right near the beach (if you wanted to wilt and fry), but luckily the rooms were air-conditioned. Anyway, we had a great time overall and came back to the farm a week later … to discover that I was pregnant.
Mmmmm. A little soon perhaps, oh well. At the time, though, apart from feeling an overpowering sense of joy, I also felt extremely embarrassed and hoped that the the local gossips wouldn’t assume that the confirmed middle-aged bachelor had married the ‘girl’ in a shotgunny way. Unfortunately, by June it had become obvious because I had become rather Dolly Parton-ish, so, yes, the small town rumours spread.
I became so self-conscious of this that when people asked me when I was due, instead of simply saying next January, I would stutter and stammer about how it probably happened around March 27, 28 or 29th because I wanted to make it clear that I got pregnant after we got married and not before, because I didn’t want everyone to think Anthony had been forced into marriage.
One day, after my usual response to the ‘when are you due?’ question, an elderly woman, having overheard me, whispered in my ear, “They don’t want to know about the date of conception, dearie, just the date you are due to give birth.”
Oh!
jmgoyder 
Your stories are so sweet. Looking back I’m sure it seems weird to be so worried about the neighbors
Yes, it seems ridiculous now – ha!
We’re so naive when we’re younger, aren’t we?
Yes!!!!
I met a beach like that in Costa Rica. Nothing ever dried. I still maintain that it was the most beautiful place I ever hated. ~ Lynda
‘the most beautiful place I ever hated’ – you are so funny!
Hey, I speak the truth. I have the most lovely pictures of that beach, really lovely. I can look at them and see the loveliness. I don’t want to go back there. Ever.
Oh you crack me up!
Love the story! You made me laugh out loud.
Very funny !
(My older brother was born 8mths & 2 weeks after my parents married – honeymoon conception too).
At least you were pregnant it sucks to be asked why you are due and you are not pregnant just fat………………lol Ok that has never happened to me but I think it would suck anyway………
Oh I’ve heard of that!
My husband’s had that answer more than once – you’d think he would have learnt from the first time, haha
Oh how hilarious!
When Brian and I married I had friends ring to ask if I was pregnant because we got married so fast, although one friend thought we got married so I could get an Aussie visa 😉
Hell – people are so rude!
love the continuing saga – why are the embarrassing parts of our lives the most entertaining
I don’t think there is anything funnier than embarrassment but always in retrospect and never at the time – ha!
yes, retrospect is where embarassing things should stay and be celebrated – they have no place in the now
True!
Haha what a great story…Must have been a small community that you were so worried about what people thought…I love this story. 🙂
Small community or perhaps small-minded – not sure. It certainly doesn’t matter now but at the time it really bothered me!
Welllll, yes, the older woman was correct…however, I have always suspected the “when are you due” question was an end run to “figuring the conception” date. lol, people are so funny.
Yes and I bet a few people counted the months from March to the following Jan – lol++++
I’d bed my last curse word on that one Jules! haha
You, Rhonda, are a sweeeeeeping breath of fresh air!!!
Hey, I like the thought of my being billowy. I’ve never been a billowy type gal…but I kind of like it! Rhonda the Sweeping Breath of Fresh Air. Yup, I like it. Thanks Jules…you just made my day!
Haha!
🙂 so funny! Xo
Love it….
Oh, Lord! Made me laugh.
Your name is coming up as ‘Anonymous’ so I’m a little nervous!!!
Heartwarming post … thanks! Never been highly pregnant – so I didn’t know that people are so interested in the “due-date” – if it had been me would just pick a date out of the blue, there and where I was asked. Thanks for a big healthy smile.
You are so heartwarming – ha!
Sheesh…people still ask me that! Ugh! lol Broome sounds like Texas – today! 110 in Dallas…Staying in the AC!
110!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yep! 108 today.
Well it’s cold here if that’s any comfort!
leave it to the elderly to come up with the perfect remarks……..i understand how you felt, as i went through the same thing, but my escape from the wagging tails was i went to Germany to live for a year with my military husband. by the time i got back to the states, everyone was excited to see the new baby girl, so it all worked out, but i do remember………………………great post Julie!!!!!
Good on you!
Thank you for sharing a funny memory. I have trouble with mine, so it’s nice to share yours 🙂
Thanks!!!
So funny!!
I had a high school teacher who had a baby 9 mos. to the day from when she got married, so of course she was talked about!! Of course we now know that it truly is 40 weeks which is 10 months!!
Hehehe!
This is a funny story! I’m glad you sorted out the language before everyone thought you were hiding something else… 😆
Ha!
Oh the angst we expend, that now means naught…
Beautiful flower!
Moonflower!