We are blessed and excited to announce that we will be adding to our family come early November. Yesterday, we announced to our FB network the news. While Mitz and I were greeted with a number of congratulatory & well wishes, I received some messages asking how far along I am and why I decided to announce so early. “Don’t you know it’s not past the safe period yet?” As of this writing, I am 9 weeks pregnant. Having been through pregnancy before, I’m fully aware of the the societal norms to wait until the 12-13 week mark. This time, I decided to forego conventional wisdom.
I don’t know who or when it was decided that women should keep pregnancy a secret until after the 12 week mark. This most likely stemmed from the fear of loss since most miscarriages happen in the first trimester. While I understand the statistics, and that the risk decreases with each subsequent week, I don’t believe there is truly a “safe” period. Loss can happen at any time during a pregnancy. To me, losing a baby at 8 weeks is just as devastating as at 32 weeks. I realize that not everyone may share my sentiments but, in the event of the unforeseen, I’d like the life that began to be celebrated and mourned just as though the baby lived a long life. When you get pregnant, you are automatically consumed with this innate love. I couldn’t imagine having to mourn my little love in silence while the rest of the world went on oblivious my pain. The thought of that seems incredibly sad and lonely.
My sister and I are one year and one day apart. Growing up, we were each other’s confidantes and best friends. I knew that if I was blessed enough to have children that I wanted them close in age. God willing all goes well, Apollo and Little Lang (we called Apollo Baby Lang in the womb) will be two years apart. When I found out that I was pregnant again, conflicting emotions consumed me. My husband and I decided to wait until the summer to start trying for another baby. Sure enough, that was the month we conceived. I wanted to tell everyone right then and there. But Mitz’s birthday was coming up in a little over a week so I thought it would be the perfect surprise.
I feel incredibly blessed beyond measure. I don’t know what the next part of our journey has in store for us… But I am anticipating watching it unfold.