A few of you asked and I've figure I'd give a bit more background and details.
As most of you already have figured out, this will be our first child. Hubby and I dated for 3 years before getting engaged and will be celebrating our 5 year wedding anniversary in January. We figured it probably was about time we popped out an heir because it was the one question we got asked a lot. And I have to be honest, talking me into having a kid was work. I am lazy, I am selfish and I know once you become a mother there is no room for either of those "assets." So for us to wait was perfect, I treated our dog as a child and when he annoyed me, I could ignore him with no consequences.
Then I began to get that urge...you know the one where you see babies or pregnant women and feel your uterus kick you? That pain...only it would come and go. Usually it went when I was out and saw a mother trying to wrangle several toddlers into a store or my dinner was interrupted by a screaming baby or unruly toddler. Yep, those were the moments that I looked at Hubby and thought, NO WAY. Because see, I'm not silly enough to think that those things would not happen to me...I knew I'd be that frazzled mom looking to the heavens for help. So what better way to avoid than to be happy in our wedded childless bliss? But the uterus would not be ignored and finally we decided there would never be a right time and my eggs were not getting any younger. So 4 months ago we took the plunge...literally and figuratively.
If you go back to my first entries it's all about us "doing" it and how I was feeling and what was happening. My body was suddenly all over the place with it's cycle and I couldn't count on a thing. And I didn't want to wait a year for the doctor's to decide to have me try this or that. I was giving my body 6 months to get it's act together. And that's when I also decided I was over it. Maybe it wasn't meant to be, so I stopped worrying. And don't you know that was when it happened.
So here I am at 10 weeks and because I am slightly superstitious I wanted to wait until I was past my 12 week mark to tell our families. What's funny is that I have no problem telling prefect strangers. My mom did always say I had a problem with that...
I want to wait because we have had family members that told early in pregnancy only to have to give bad news a week or two later. I've been that embarrassed person that asks how things are going only to get the a look with tears and sadness. I didn't want anyone to be that person and I didn't want to have a family that is going to be so excited because this will be grandbaby numero uno. (#1 for you folks that ain't bilingual) Everyone is ready to go baby shopping and knowing that I want to be sure I am healthy and baby is healthy before spreading the news. I am all about better safe, than sorry.
We don't know how we will tell but Deanna gave a great suggestion, which includes a cute little rhyme in a frame. This weekend I actually had an opportunity to blurt it out at dinner to my family and had to bite my tongue! When we get together with Hubby's family there is usually a night that the whole immediate family will have dinner together. We know that will be when we tell...we just don't want to say "we have something to share", so we are trying to think of a way we can say it without saying it and see who catches on first! I am open to all suggestions, so comment away.
That's our story and I'm sticking to it!!