Scene: out to a nice dinner, MIL comes in and we're already seated.
MIL: Well, hello! I hope I didn't leave you waiting.
J: Nope, not at all. We just ordered drinks.
MIL: (to me) What are you having to drink tonight?
Me: Vodka 7
MIL: Oh, well then... Nevermind! I guess that answers my question.
Me & J: Huh?! (Exchange looks of bewilderment)
MIL: Well... if she's drinking she's not... you know...
J: Pregnant?? No, she's not.
I cannot imagine why we waited three years until we told her. This cannot happen each time we get together or there will need to be words.
The status of my uterus is not open dinner conversation. She's lucky I didn't start telling her about being on my period while she enjoyed her shrimp cocktail. But, how do you delicately broach that subject?