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" You guys, Tex and Meg are pregnant! I&amp;#039;d met up with the two of them, and Brad, for happy hour after work. The first thing I noticed was that Meg wasn&amp;#039;t drinking beer. She had something clear and fizzy in front of her. &amp;quot;What are you drinking?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;Seltzer.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Are you pregnant?&amp;quot; Tex choked on his drink. Brad looked confused. Meg looked helpless. No one said anything for a full 10 seconds. &amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; she finally said. &amp;quot;But I&amp;#039;m only five weeks.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Congratulations!&amp;quot; I said. Meg told us the story, with occasional interruptions from Tex. They&amp;#039;d never planned on having kids, but Meg had gotten sick with the stomach flu and had a hard time keeping food down, let alone birth control pills. When she found out she was pregnant, neither of them could believe how happy they were about it. &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;re going to name the kid something super obnoxious and Hollywood,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;Like Tree. Or Cantaloupe.&amp;quot; Tex lifted his glass to take a drink, and I noticed he wasn&amp;#039;t drinking beer either. &amp;quot;You pregnant, too?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;Solidarity,&amp;quot; he said with a smile.  When I got home, Ben was just getting in from dinner with Neil, who is still devastated after getting dumped by Ursula. I filled him in on Tex and Meg&amp;#039;s news. &amp;quot;You want to watch a movie?&amp;quot; he suggested. &amp;quot;I kind of wanted to hole myself up and write,&amp;quot; I explained. &amp;quot;Only one more class left, and I need more girly fiction to torture James with.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;So when do I get to read this novel?&amp;quot; he asked. &amp;quot;Novel-in-progress.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;So when do I get to read this novel-in-progress?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Soon.&amp;quot; I grabbed a glass of water and headed into the office to work. Only I didn&amp;#039;t work. I started writing this. And I did some thinking. Once I finish the novel, then what excuse will I have to hide out in the office and blog? And also, now that we live together, it&amp;#039;s feeling increasingly weird to sit in another room and write about him without his knowledge. I really didn&amp;#039;t expect to feel this way. I just know that if the tables were turned, and I found out that Ben was doing what I&amp;#039;m doing, I&amp;#039;d probably be upset. Let&amp;#039;s do a pros/cons list of telling Ben about the blog, shall we? I love a good list. Pros: He might not want to read it Will no longer feel guilty Won&amp;#039;t have to lie anymore I won&amp;#039;t have any more secrets Cons: He might want to read it Will feel incredibly guilty about all the things I&amp;#039;ve written bout him if/when he reads them Won&amp;#039;t be able to write about whatever I want anymore I won&amp;#039;t have any more secrets Well, that wasn&amp;#039;t helpful at all, was it? I need to give it some more thought, obviously. In the meantime, I should probably work on the novel. Needing to make sure at least part of what you&amp;#039;ve told someone is the truth is a great motivator for getting things done. I highly recommend it.  Posted at 11:01 PM "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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