Why I say so little...
I've had a few questions about why I wait so long or why I say so little, I thought I'd try to describe my feelings.
The reason I finally posted was because I realized the other night I was still very worried about the pregnancy. That's how I thought of it, the pregnancy, not the baby. Despite all of our losses, I've always tried to remember that my baby is a blessing, even if for a few short weeks inside my body and that I need to remember that now as well. 18 weeks made me think of life and felt good to say it then.
I say so little, not for you, my friends, but for those who don't really care and find this more of a gossip point. "You'll never guess who is pregnant again!" I can just hear them now, and I truly don't want my baby to be fodder for idiots gossip. These are the same people who ask me constantly if I'm pregnant or when I will be, only to turn around and be indignant when I am and ask stupid questions like: "When will yous top?" "Don't you know what causes that?" You'd think I was taking up a collection for college funds at how personally some people take it.
Right now, the little girls are being harassed by some people over this question. Constantly being asked by some people about if there is a "baby in my belly." Girls, let me tell you that if you ever hear the words "baby in belly" from my kids - it's a plant. Even Ada knows where, why and what function a uterus serves. But I digress.
We told my mom this weekend. She was so dull about the whole thing my grandma was positive she didn't hear me. So she asked her later. Her response? "I knew." Someone already told her... Wonder who because we haven't told that many people. Oh well. Grandma's response was a bit more of what we expected, she happily announced she'd have to live a bit longer then.
Anyway, a general lack of excitement from others, has unfortunately taught me to keep quiet rather than sing from the roof tops like I'd like to most days. So let me exclaim it now: We're thrilled!
