Your colleagues notice that you are pregnant before anyone else.

‘I once smelled the sink to see if you had thrown your wine in there,’ a colleague just confessed. It's unbelievable. They were the first to know.

It was somewhere in the summer and a regular Friday afternoon. Exactly, a regular one. Because then we drink a little wine together. Hop, we went into the garden. I took a glass of white. I thought: just act normal, pretend you're drinking. Because if I said I didn't want to, it would stand out completely. Because I, well, always do want something. They figured it out within three seconds. I took no sip. ‘What do you think of this Chardonnay, Tess?’ ‘Yeah, hmmm, delicious.’ I poured half of it away in the toilet. And yes, also in that sink. I poured others from my glass. Never happened before. ‘I’m not really into bubbles, here, you can have this.’ ‘I still have the whole evening, phew, just take this half from me.’ They saw it happening. They saw me half sip, but not swallow. What a laugh.

Hilarious in hindsight, because then they were sure. Just married, just back from a honeymoon, wow. Time for babies. They were right. We are now, 25 weeks later, laughing about it. Because it’s almost time for my leave, with those twins in my belly. The weeks have flown by. It feels like just yesterday that I was going to share that news here. Because my colleagues immediately saw that I was pregnant. And they also noticed it in my mood, for which I apologize. Hormones, huh. But that there are two, they didn’t know either, of course. It makes sense that your colleagues know earlier than any friend: they see you every day and see how you are for a whole day long. You often see your friends for a few hours in the evening, and if you skip a glass of vino once, it really doesn’t stand out that much.

We laughed so much with that wine in the toilet. They didn’t say anything about it, you know. No one put me on the spot. It was just obvious. And how much I would look forward to that wine on Friday afternoons with all the Amayzine’s. Next summer again, already a party. And then the boys can also definitely join for drinks in our cozy garden. Baby milk in that sink, it’s something different.