You know, I’m fairly coordinated. I wouldn’t say that I’m going to be the next Laker girl or whatever, but I did my time in dancerettes. I used to be the girl who twirled the flag at football games. In adult life, I was the petite thing who unloaded trucks in receiving and down stacked her own pallets. You have to be coordinated to do these things. I didn’t expect to succumb to clumsiness during pregnancy. [Read more…]
I have a secret pregnancy. We haven’t told a soul that we’re pregnant, barring medical professionals who need to know these things in order to treat me properly. We’re going to my in-laws’ for dinner. It’s Sunday. It’s what we do every Sunday.
My in-laws are awesome. Ever seen That 70’s Show? My in-laws are Red and Kitty. They don’t just act like Red and Kitty. They actually have some resemblance to Red and Kitty. In fact, when I was trying to explain who my father-in-law was to someone who worked in a different department of his government agency, I actually said “You know, that tall guy who would remind you of Red Foreman?” (The girl I was talking to actually said, “Oh, yeah! Except he’s taller and has dark hair?”)
I completely love my in-laws. They have helped fill some of the void that was created since my parents are gone. I’m sort of the daughter they never had. And my mother-in-law is desperate for a granddaughter.
My husband wants to keep this to ourselves until we’re 8 weeks. That means another 3 weeks of not saying a word. While I do think that we should wait (we told them the day we found out on the one that didn’t work out), I only want to wait until we’re past the point where everything went wrong last time. (I actually think that my husband would just plain like to ignore the event until we’re 8 weeks. To him, that’s the magic number where suddenly everything is okay and we don’t have to worry so much about things going wrong. He has said that he wished that we didn’t find out quite so quickly.)
Even though we’ve agreed that we don’t want to say anything to anyone, period, it’s going to be very hard to keep something this special a complete and total secret. I want to celebrate, and hope that my celebration and happiness will be the thing that stops anything from going wrong this time. I almost feel like a secret pregnancy is asking for it to not work.
It’s the complete opposite of the approach that my very low-key husband has in mind.
How long did you keep a secret pregnancy before sharing with the world?
Originally posted on July 19, 2007 for What to Expect.
Update: That secret pregnancy is now a happy and energetic three year old boy.
Image by Paul Brunskill.