So I've learned that I can't start conversations with the words, "Guess what?" anymore.
We had our last Appellate Advocacy class last night, and they revealed the final rankings for the competition. I was surprised and really pleased to find out that I ranked ninth. And it's a class of 77, which means that I did better in the four weeks of competition than 68 of my peers did, even dealing with everything else I'm dealing with. It was very exciting! They called my name, I walked down to the front, they gave me a certificate, the President of the Moot Court Board shook my hand (which was pretty funny because he's actually a friend of mine and I'm not used to being so formal with him), and then I went back to my seat all proud and pleased with myself. In my excitement I fired off a Facebook chat "Guess what?" to friends and family members that I had talked about the competition with and who had indicated that they wanted to know the results when I found out.
Freaking all of them were like, "ARE YOU PREGNANT!?"
Ugh. As if I would tell them via Facebook chat if I were. I mean, really? And who starts a life-changing conversation like that with "guess what"? Also most of them know or should know that I only just had my period a couple weeks ago. So. Get it together, friends and family.
But it really brought me down. I went from really happy to ready to cry in like two seconds, and this time it wasn't the Clomid's fault. Because not only was it really crushing to be reminded of my infertility when I had managed to think about something else for a full two minutes, but also it was really awkward to then be like, "No... still pretty barren down there. I actually just wanted to tell you that I did pretty well in this class I'm taking... You know what? Never mind. Sorry for the false alarm. My news sucks."
So... lesson learned. I'm never going to ask anyone to guess anything about my life ever again. Not ever.
On the plus side, if I ever do get pregnant, at least I now know that it will not be difficult to segue into the announcement at all.