Today is The Day.
DH and I head to the OB/GYN this afternoon at 4:00 PST. Ye gads, I'm nervous.
We did brave things this weekend. We told more of our close family members that we're expecting.
DH has been adamant all along that we not tell a soul until the end of the first trimester. But heck, he's not the one who feels like puking all the time and has hormones surging faster than the speed of light. That'd be ME.
So while it's been no big deal for him to keep his trap shut, I have slowly leaked the news to my very closest confidantes. I told my sister last week, and she short of chastised me for not sharing the news with Mom. And then I started to cry, not because Sis was really berating me, but because she was being gentle and wise and right in telling me I needed to let Mom know.
So I called Mom last night and let her know what's been going on. In the true style of my mother, it was a quiet, happy and loving conversation. She is thrilled for us. She had a hunch that I might have been PG. And she'll be praying for us at 4pm today.
In the end, I think I just needed to amass my small but faithful community around me today. God gives us the tools to help ourselves, but God can't do it all for us. I had to let the cat out of the bag so that, come what may, DH and I are surrounded by those who love us as we move out of our fear and into whatever adventure God has planned for us next.
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I'll be praying, too. Call me later, 'k?
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