It’s pretty much a given that all my friends and I like giving each other a hard time. We always doing it in the most loving ways possible, of course, but if you’re an outsider hearing us you might think that we’re kind of jerks. It’s our humor and, oddly, our way of showing we care. Two of my brothers and I are the same way; we call each other horrible names all in good fun as a way of showing we care. Don’t ask me how we got into doing it this way but most likely it has to do with the fact we’re all kind of smart asses.

With this in mind, a few months ago I was feeling sick one day. That tends to happen once a month. I don’t know why my cramps decide to manifest themselves into making me sick to my stomach but when the divine goddess of menstrual cycles was handing out ways for us women to suffer I kind of got the short end of the stick in some regards. I have learned to deal with it by drinking plenty of water and dealing with it. And avoiding chocolate. I think I’m one of the few females alive that does not like chocolate, especially during that time.

Anyway, I was feeling kind of sick one day as I was working away at the computer. My friend N and I love to give each other endless grief, especially if it makes one of us blush and embarrass each other thoroughly. The more people around to laugh at the other? The better. So, as I was puttering away on the computer thinking of the various ways I could end my suffering she notices my distress and inquires as to why I was looking under the weather. In telling her I felt sick to my stomach I seriously got this reaction:

“Oh my GOD, are you PREGNANT!?”

Yes. Because automatically me being sick to my stomach defaults to a baby. All that I learned in my sex education classes is a LIE. Of course it had the desired effect I think that she was seeking:

1. I turned BRIGHT red.
2. ALL the girls in the area started freaking out, badgering me if I was pregnant and not believing me.

I was pretty thoroughly embarrassed to say the least. However, I am not the youngest of six and the only girl for anything. I get even. For the rest of the day whenever she commented about anything pertaining to herself the conversations kind of went like this:

N: I have a headache.

Me: You know, that is the first sign of pregnancy.

N: No it is NOT.

Me: Same with denial. That is a sign you’re pregnant.

Or:

N: I’m hungry! It’s about time to take lunch break.

Me: Yes, especially since you’re eating for two now.

Even better and not related AT ALL:

N: My computer is acting weird!

Me: Sympathy pains to your delicate state.

Needless to say I think she kind of regretted suggesting I was pregnant. Especially when by the end of the day I got her so psyched out she ended up taking a pregnancy test.