I always thought I was good at keeping secrets. Other people's secrets? No problem. My own? Forget it.
I can't tell you the weight that has been lifted from my shoulders just from being able to talk freely about what's going on with me. Many of you are not alone in making the assumption I was pregnant before I announced it. While one of my coworkers was flipping out saying, "I can't believe it!" another said, "Oh, I can. I've known for weeks." And my friend Courtney, who I finally broke down on the phone with, confessing all of my fears before my appointment, said she knew something was up because I always sounded like I had much more to say.
And I know it's still early. I'm only 8 weeks, 2 days (but who's counting?) into my pregnancy. I know we should've waited until the end of the first trimester to start telling people -- and that was our goal -- but I NEVER would've made it. Never.
So this weekend was cathartic for me in more ways than one. I was finally able to tell most of my family and friends, my coworkers, the entire readership of my newspaper and the Internet. I'd say that's pretty much ripping the band-aid off.
Now it's time to go public with the few things I had written privately throughout the four weeks I had to keep my big news a secret. I hope it makes up for my lack of posting the past few days. I've put them in chronological order from when we found out to an anecdote from the waiting room of our first doctor's appointment. Enjoy!