We actually made it to our bible study small group last night. Marci wasn't feeling well and had asked me to stay home with her (which I was going to do), but I convinced her we should at least swing by small group (since it was just down the road) to say hi and explain to the people who didn't know why we weren't staying. I was also somewhat confident that getting out and doing something would cheer Marci up and give her something to focus on other than her nausea.
Of course, everyone at small group had already pretty well read the news on my face last week when I came alone. Claire had already asked about Marci the Sunday prior, which is where I made my first mistake: she asked if Marci wasn't at church because she was tired or because she wasn't feeling well, and I said it was a little of both (trying to be as honest as possible). When Wednesday rolled around and Marci was absent for the same reason, Claire easily jumped to the (right) conclusion and asked, "So... is she pregnant?" That's when I made mistake #2: I didn't make a joke about it. If I'd known Marci hadn't been pregnant, my typical response would've been to act like maybe she was. It's all a bit of a blur, but I think I instead muttered something about like "I don't... think... so... uh... not that I'm aware of..." Dead giveaway. In my defense, though, I was contemplating whether or not I should just come out and tell them, so my emotions may have clouded my usually quick thinking.
Anyway, that next Sunday (when we told the family) Claire asked Marci directly, and there was no hiding it (I'd say her poker face is generally worse than mine, probably compounded by the fact that she's been dying to tell people). Marci swore her to secrecy, and Claire even avoided our family as much as possible at church so as to not spoil the surprise.
By the time we arrived late on Wednesday (and without our books or bibles), I'm guessing either they had already discussed it, or else it had just been written all over my face, because Diane was in the know, and Gayle made a joke about how I had basically already told everyone last week. Still, everyone was excited, and all the women had advice for Marci's morning sickness, and we were congratulated, encouraged, and prayed over. Marci felt well enough (probably from Gayle's peppermint sticks) that we even stayed for the whole thing, although without our books we had to contribute what we could from memory.
Afterward, "Baby" was hungry for tater tots, so I took Mommy to Sonic. I treated myself to a chocolate shake (I couldn't stand to be completely altruistic).