It’s really early to put up a pregnancy announcement. Common wisdom says to wait until the first trimester is over… or at least until that first ultrasound shows a beating heart. At my particular age and with my particular risk factors, the risk of having a miscarriage after seeing that heartbeat drops from 25% to less than 9%.
But having experienced two early miscarriages in the past (between my third and fourth babies), I know that I prefer to have all of my babies celebrated, even if the celebration is cut short.
I want to get my hopes up. This child deserves all the love and joy and happy anticipation that I can give her. Or him. (For some reason, I’m really feeling ‘girl’ this time around… )
I felt a bit crampy, so decided to take a pregnancy test. I guess after 6 pregnancies, I know my body’s signals. It took no time at all for the second line to develop on that little stick, and I was overwhelmed with praise for God and love for this little blessing.
Busy Boots was the first person I told. “You’re going to be a big sister,” I greeted her as I pulled her from her crib after her nap. She’s only 14 months old, so no fear of her letting out my secret.
She giggled and laughed, perhaps because my own joy and excitement was infectious, but I prefer to think it was because she understood that I was letting her in on a great, life-changing secret.
I soon told the other children, and we made a poster as a way to tell Daddy. A chart with Team Boy on one side, and Team Girl on the other. We are evenly matched now, but this baby is going to change all that…