We have done it. We have gone public. On Facebook. I tried to announce without being obnoxious, and if I have infertile friends in real life who want to stab me right now, well, I don't know who they are so guess I should watch my back. The rumour mill will flow along, and in a day or so the entire town will know, without me having to do more than type a few sentences.
Of course, it kind of is a miracle that it hasn't really gotten out more. I told maybe 7-10 people. I know one of these people (one I actually trusted) opened his mouth and told a mutual acquaintance, who at least congratulated me quietly and acknowledged that he would keep it a secret when I threatened to kick the leak. Also, my mother told coworkers and family back home. But I expected that. She has an insanely big mouth, especially when it comes to good news.
I didn't really want to announce it. I was a little superstitious about it at first. And I sort of like having it known just among close family and friends. But it is not something I can hide forever. Maybe another two weeks if I am lucky.
So, now that it is out there in the wide wide world of real life, I know what is going to happen next. I will get interrogated. I will hear the horror stories of every other woman's experiences. I will be given advice on EVERYTHING! Some of this will be helpful, I am sure. I am new at this, after all, and those who have been there first have valuable experiences and insights. HOWEVER...some of it will be less than helpful.
To that end, I am going to win this pregnancy. Yup, that is right. I am winning it. For every labour horror story told, I will one up the ante ("oh, she was in labour for 78 hours? well, I know this woman who was only in labour for 2 but when that baby shot out it actually ripped her a new asshole...seriously. She couldn't poop for ages after"). For every nosey question, I will ask one of my own (...I will have to think of a few...maybe I will just turn it back on them..."when you were pregnant, <insert nosey question>" which should be fun if some man is the one asking). For every piece of less than helpful advice, I will offer some of my own, on etiquette. And heaven help anyone who invades my bubble to touch my belly (once I have one that doesn't just show my love of beer)...I will bite back my aversion to being touched and touch theirs back!
Clearly, I know how to make and keep friends. And my own sanity. Oh well, let the games begin.
(in a few weeks...I am actually working on my own right now and probably won't see anyone I know for a while...I have time to research)