How I want to announce my pregnancy:
Me: We're pregnant! Other person: Congratulations!
Me: Thanks, we're really excited!
I AM excited. Really excited. We've been praying for this baby for a long time and because of my hormone issues, we weren't sure it was in God's plans for us. So inside, very very happy! Outside, not so much.
How it actually happens:
Other person: Are you okay? Do you need something? (Implied - Like to take your germs and go home?)Me: Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just pregnant.
Other person: Oh, congratulationsMe: Yep, just 5 more weeks of this.
But telling people does have one big advantage - help. Our friends and family have really gone above and beyond with helping us get through this and I really don't know how we would have done it without them. The day I found out, my friend was willing to change her plans to sit in the parking lot between our two cars to watch the kids while I got some blood tests done and then come back over to my house that afternoon to give me a shot in the butt and all she got out of it was the privilege of knowing I was pregnant even before Craig.* That's a true friend! Craig's mom flew down on a moments notice to help for a week, my family is coming in today to help for a week, and friends have dropped by during the day to help me feed the kid's lunch and load my dishwasher or start laundry or bring food. Even our 7 year old neighbor is helping by letting our chickens out of their coop each morning. We have truly been blessed these past 5 weeks.
And I'll be 11 weeks tomorrow so I really should start to feel better soon and hopefully even be able to stop taking any medication so I can start to feel like myself again. Tomorrow is an ultrasound and while we don't normally do those, since I'm seeing an ob-gyn for the hyperemesis anyway, I've decided to do one this time for the mental pick-me up that I think hearing a little heartbeart will provide. We've been busy interviewing midwives since the one that delivered Lucy and Jonah has retired and I think we've found a good fit. So the fun part is coming!
*I my defense, I wasn't keeping it from him. He was gone on a business trip and in a building where he couldn't have his cell phone. I think he had about 12 missed calls by the time I finally got a hold of him later that day!