Water and Big mouths

I remembered yesterday why I didn't want to tell anyone outside of the computer that I was pregnant. We went out on the lake with my parents, siblings and a few of my parent's friends. Despite the fact that I asked that they don't tell anyone- my parents told their friends. While typically not a big deal, they neglected to tell them that they are NOT to say anything around my sister. We had a close encouter with her finding out.

The reason we are not telling her for as long as possible, is because she hardly takes care of the daughter she has (my parent's care for her 90% of time), and is the type of person who would go try to get knocked up just because I am. She wants to be the center of attention at all times. Bum asked last night if we could not tell her until the day before I was due. I told him- with the way I show... I don't think she would mistake it for being fat. All we can do is hope she doesn't try to copy me when she does find out.

Cookies LOVES the water- LOVES it. We had to watch her very carefully because she wanted to swim so much. She and I sat on the back of the boat, and I held on to her life vest while she slid into the water over, and over, and over again. Time for swim lessons I think. It was nicer when she was a little more afraid of the water- because then I didn't have to hold on to her the whole time. She comes by it naturally- Daddy was a life guard, Mommy was on the swim team, Grandma hydrofoils , and Papa waterskis. I just hope she learns quickly where the boundries are when it comes to the water.