ginhag - oh yeah, she's not stupid. But she'll comprehend: 'Ah, she's hoping she's preg but isn't going to say anything till she's sure, so I'll bite my lip until I get confirmation/permission'. If I AM updiffed, as soon as I tell 'em, she'll be all 'I KNEW it!'. My Dad, however, will not have picked up on any inferences, so it will be a surprise for him at least
Well, talking of parent-types, am off for a week tomorrow to The Land That All Human Expression (And Food With Flavour) Forgot, aka TYF's family home in Devon. His family are lovely (well, apart from his elder brother, who, as far as I can tell, is fashioned from pure beige), the house is nice (they are well-off: have a lake) and it's a great part of the world, but no-one expresses an opinion or says anything remotely emotional, even 'warmly acknowledging' something nice someone does for another. they bring new meaning to the term 'emotionally repressed'. And the cooking, Jesus. Because I have food allergies, she gives me things like a giant lump of goat's cheese or a plain chicken breast. And that's it. Even though there's loads of things I can have. And she gets mardy if I want to cook for myself. Aaaaargh! Great for weight loss, I guess.
Okay, moan over. Now tell me, if The Rustiness of Doom is due a week on Monday, would it be reasonable to do one of those 'up to 6 days early' pg tests next Saturday? Bah, why can't they bring one out you can test the day after you've ovulated?!