There is nothing like the excitement of taking a pregnancy test on somewhat of a whim, and having the result come out positive. When I took that test last weekend, the first thing I wanted to do was tell someone! But I couldn't. Ever since the miscarriage before Lily, I am very aware, and almost paranoid of the fact that anything can happen or go wrong, especially before 12 weeks.
The weekend was easy. I had no plans, so Tom and I could discuss Baby B incessantly. Then Monday morning, I headed to work with my big secret. Did I mention I'm great at keeping other people's secrets, but terrible at keeping my own? I made it through the day, despite one of my earliest symptoms is my love for coffee has been replaced with a sheer aversion to it! I can't even stand the smell. And everyone, especially my co-workers, knows how much I love my coffee. Since the excitement was building, I told myself I could tell one person. On the way home, I told Shannon and of course she was thrilled! It felt great to get it off my chest.
At work on Thursday, 2 of my friends came out and asked me if I am pregnant!!! I denied it, then ended up telling one of them later. She is sworn to secrecy, and better not spill the beans! I already feel this will be career suicide, so the longer my boss goes without knowing, the better.
We've been thinking about a fun way to tell everyone, when the time comes. We go to the doctors on August 27th (a Thursday), and we're considering having a BBQ the following weekend with all the family. I'm predicting my co-workers will figure it out before then. But I don't think any family members or other friends have a clue!!!
In our family there is absolutely no way to keep secret from the matriarch. This is a skill, or shall I say more like a sixth sense, that she has to detect things that would otherwise be unknown to the rest of us.
ReplyDeleteSo anyhow, we were all informed of the inclination that Baby B was on the way and anxiously awaiting confirming news of this at the BBQ.