To Spread The News

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I am not a patient person. I hate waiting for things and often times, I ruin things, because I can't wait. You know that saying, "good things come to those who wait". I have a lot of trouble with that saying. Knowing that around week 12, I should be able to spread the news to family and friends about my pregnancy made me anxious to get to that day. Every day seemed to go by so slowly, and I thought the time would never come.

I can keep a secret when someone tells me to keep a secret. However, when it is my secret, I definitely get the urge to tell someone. Since I found out I was pregnant, way back in February, I had wanted to tell someone. It was so hard to not tell people. When it got very close, I left a few obscure status updates on Facebook. I know a few of my friends picked up on it, but I didn't say anything. If anyone asked me if I was pregnant (not due to Facebook but just in general) I would state, "I have no news to report". That answer keeps my answer to the truth. I am not saying yes, but I am not exactly saying no and lying. I hate lying to my friends.

At my 12 week doctor's appointment, my doctor said that I was free to spread the news. He said that my miscarriage rate was no higher now than at any stage of the pregnancy. Yeah, exactly what I wanted to hear. I made a bunch of phone calls and shared the news with friends and family. It felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders to be able to tell people and now be able to talk about the pregnancy with everyone. I think now that I am able to openly talk about the pregnancy, I will start to feel pregnant more. When I couldn't talk about it with people, I think it took away a little from the expereince and feeling pregnant. I also think that once I get a true belly, it will help the pregnancy feeling as well.