So we shared our news with our immediate families over the holidays (parents and siblings only) and a few close friends know as well. Besides that, mum is the word. Of course, our mothers are going nuts keeping it in because apparently sharing the news of grandchildren coming soon is awesome. But I’m not ready. I don’t know if I’ll
ever be ready. I sort of want everyone who knows to forget they know. Does that make any sense at all? I know we’re going to have to eventually tell our extended families — grandparents and aunts and uncles. C’mon, they’ll be so excited for us. But then I want them to forget too. And as far as anyone else in my life goes, I don’t want to tell. Never. Nope. No Facebook announcements. No phone calls or emails. Not because I’m afraid I’ll jinx it but because I’m protective. It’s MY news. Our news. Our babies. If everyone could just be like “OMG, congrats on the birth of your child. I had no idea you were expecting!” then I’d be perfectly happy. I could just surprise the world. I won’t get away with that, will I?
I was hoping I’d be able to wait as long as possible to share our news with my employer but I think my belly has other plans. We’ll see how long I can get away with it. I’d like to wait until February (week 14 or 15) to tell, but that might not be possible. I’m only planning on telling two people on the exec team (we’re a small company so we don’t have HR). Everyone else can just keep guessing. I’m not even telling my officemate. The average age at my company is like 24 so I don’t think pregnancy is on anyone’s mind. I’m sure they’ll just think I’m getting fat which is fine with me. (Did I tell you that I’m the first ever pregnant woman at my company? Yeah, they’ve never dealt with this kind of thing before. Fun times. No maternity leave, but this job also allowed me the flexibility to actually get pregnant with the help of ART so I’ll take what I can get.)
However, when it comes to strangers, I want to tell everyone my news. I’m not as protective with people I don’t know. I want to tell people on the subway, behind the deli counter, the flight attendant, the mom pushing a stroller, the barista, the cashier. I know this makes no sense at all but what can I say? I’m pregnant and hormonal and irrational.