Was Nicole back in Rehab?

As you all know, I went back home a few weekends ago. There were no town events, no life events, and it was not a holiday. Apparently, this is call to raise a red flag and sounds some silent alarm.

Although I only went three places in the 40 hours I was home (bar, church, Zesto) and was met with the, “Oh, is she back in town?” look from a number of locals/lifers/townies. I pretended not to notice and for a bit of fun, acted as though I had been living their for some time and was not just a weekend “visitor”, which may have come across as arrogant but let's face it, it's not that I'm better than you because I'm here and you're there - I'm better than them for so many other reasons. Anyway, some people were actually pretty cool and asked what I was up to these days but for the most part, many just stared and whispered. And thus it begins… just as I enjoy devouring a three-layer chocolate ice water cake, these people will find pleasure in proceeding to ask everyone they see who is moderately acquainted to me what I was doing back in town.

Apparently, it has been a slow season and those running the rumor mill had been busy coming up with their own material, as three distinct people asked me if I had recently gotten married. The answer is yes. His name is Carlos. I’m pregnant.