So this pregnancy thing is new. About six and a half weeks new. We have quite a bit of time during which something can go wrong, so the Husband doesn’t want us to tell anyone. Keep it quiet until the 3 month mark. Never mind that I’m already not fitting in to my clothes (the joy of being 5’1 and small torsoed). And never mind that I’m already sicker than a dog. Let’s not tell anyone. Let’s let them think I’m just getting fat and have a nasty stomach flu that I can’t shake. They won’t figure it out, will they?

We’ve only known for one week and two days and we’ve told probably 10 people.

Evidently we can’t keep a secret very well.