Are most of you still wrapping your heads around the fact that not only am I pregnant again, but that I’m over half-way done with said pregnancy?
(Yeah, me too.)
I’m getting the impression from a couple different avenues that in keeping Baby Girl’s existence a secret for so long, I ruffled a few feathers and inadvertently hurt a few feelings.
Well, first and foremost, um, well, how can I say this delicately….. get over it? Yeah, I guess that pretty much sums it up. I mean, really, the conception of a child is a pretty personal thing, and I think it’s a generally accepted practice that parents-to-be reveal the news of their unborn child when and in the manner which THEY decide.
And in our case, we decided “last week.”
Yes, some of our family knew. Some of our closest friends knew. Our church family (and pretty much anyone who saw me in person since September) knew. But the general masses (including most family members), blog-land, and Facebook did not.
And here, though I owe no one an explanation, is why.
One: I lost a son in May, and that pain was, and is, raw, and I didn’t want to open myself up to asinine comments like, “oh, now you can move on,” or “see, we knew you could have another baby,” or “well, aren’t you a glutton for punishment.” (And, yes, people really are that ignorant.)
Two: I have never been able to share the news of a pregnancy with my mother in person. We were able to tell my parents and my inlaws about Seth’s pregnancy face-t0-face. We told my inlaws about Duncan’s pregnancy face-to-face. But I have always had to tell my mom “I’m pregnant” via phone or Skype, and this time I, perhaps, selfishly, wanted to tell her in person – even if it meant keeping the pregnancy from her for five months.
And it was SO worth it!
When we arrived in Florida last weekend, one of the first things we did was have Seth present Nonna with a Christmas gift which would far exceed her expectations.
I cut her off in the middle of saying “shame on you!” and I didn’t get her tears of relief and joy on camera, but her reaction was priceless, and I’m SO glad that I was there to witness it in person.
So, there you have it.
I have been pregnant since mid-August. It has been a tense and high-risk SUCCESSFUL pregnancy so far. I am carrying a girl. She does not have a name. Yet. I am already incredibly in love with her, and I choke up just thinking of the first time I see her in late April/early May.
And, if you care to backtrack and read about her progress from, essentially, Day One, you can click over --------------> there to the sidebar where it says “looking for” and click on “Baby Girl” and you will be taken to a collection of a few dozen back-dated posts that I have been writing since September. From here on out, I will be doing my weekly updates here at The Writer Chic (rather than at The Chicklet, the on-the-sly blog I’ve been keeping).
And one more disclaimer……if I offended you further with the “get over it” comment from earlier….I’m sorry. I know you all are just happy for us, and wanting to share in our joy. But I just really, really wanted to indulge myself in this one way…… I hope y’all can understand that.