Jumping to conclusions...

Aren't the conclusions that people jump to just amazing?

I went out with a group of friends from work on Friday night. The two lovely ladies in the pic with me are both aware that Mr B and I are TTC and the efforts that are going into it. Most of them are aware that I'm on some sort of mission to lose weight, but they don't necessarily no why.

Anyway, when we decided to go out, I told the girls that I wouldn't be drinking as, for me, it just seems like "wasted" calories for me - especially as I'm more that capable of having a good time without the booze.

I'm not really a big drinker, but I do tend to have a few on a work night out, so I wasn't all that surprised when my request for a diet coke / lime and soda / orange and lemonade raised a few eyebrows, but when questioned why I wasn't drinking I just said that I didn't really feel like it.

A bit later in the evening, I had a bit of what I can only describe as ovary ache - I assume that it was a by-product of the violation I'd experienced earlier in the day - so I was sitting down. One of the guys came and sat on my lap and one of the girls saw that that really wasn't a good thing for me so she pulled as I pushed him off and told it that my stomach couldn't handle it.

He fell into the seat next to me, went wide eyed, gasped and pointed at me.

He looked from me, to my friend and back, all wide eyed wonder, gasping away.

"What? What's wrong with you?" I said.

He smiled, nodded, winked and said, "I get it!"

"Er, get what?" I said. "Oh! Oh God no! You're jumping to all the wrong conclusions, and you couldn't be more wrong!"

"Shut up! You're not drinking, you're stomach is bad...I get it!!"

I tried convincing him.

I'm not sure it worked....