Yesterday I was talking with Emma’s flatmate about when we are “supposed” to make the announcement to the rest of the family and the reasons why we should wait until the 12th week.
Why can’t we tell them now?
The answer, so far, has been: So many things can go wrong in the first 12 weeks that you shouldn’t say anything in case you lose the baby. That way we can quietly weep in the corner without people asking her how the baby is going.
Well, that’s stupid. If we lose the baby we will be very sad. Having people ask about the baby will not make it worse, it will allow us to tell them what happened, so that we can work through it. Our family and close friends will know in the end anyway, why try to hide it and make ourselves feel dirty? Let’s celebrate this momentus occaison and live it to the maximum!
I’m not ashamed of this pregnancy. I’m damn proud in fact!
Sure, I have no firm idea on exactly what I need to do, but I’m working it out. So is Emma. We both really really want to share this with our families; it’s a stupendously amazing time for us; and don’t forget scarey too!
So, in the spirit of not living in fear, we’re going to tell our parents tomorrow.
I wonder how they’ll take it?
Image by Bill Barber (Flickr).
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Just wanted to say (As the afore mentioned flatmate) I totally support this viewpoint. I never stopped to think before that even if something went wrong there’s no reason not to tell people. Ironic that at work we discuss ‘being open and grieving prenatal loss’ and then somewhere in my mind were all these old fashioned pre conceived ideas still. Good thing to ponder.