1. Part of me wants to keep this pregnancy a secret for 9 months. I want to be 40 weeks pregnant and still claiming that I just had a big breakfast. I don't want anyone to know unless they have to for as long as possible. I didn't announce my pregnancy with Dominic until 16 weeks, well past the so-called "safe zone" for announcing a pregnancy. Obviously the desire to keep this hidden for as long as possible is based solely on fear... fear that it'll happen again.
2. But what if it does? I was not ashamed to have to tell people what happened with Dominic, in fact it was the least difficult part of losing him. I received such an overwhelming outpouring of love and support from other people, and it actually really did help. So what if it does happen again? I will need the support of those closest to me.
It's safe to say there will be no cute pregnancy announcements mailed out or posted on Facebook. Most of my close friends and family already know that I'm pregnant. But it's getting to the point where if I lose this baby, I will need people to know why I'm a total wreck. Most people at work are probably onto me already. Realistically, I am starting to show, and I really won't be able to keep this a secret at work for much longer. At the advice of a friend, I think I will just tell the people at work who already know, that they don't have to keep it a secret anymore. That way there will be no "big announcement," but with the way information flies around that place, everyone will just know.
BEHOLD: my chicken nugget looks much less like a chicken nugget and much more like a tiny human.