Spilt Beans

After getting confirmation of a heartbeat, boasting a pretty substantial baby bump, and approaching the second trimester with startling speed, my husband and I decided we could let loose the flood gates and spread the word. It was truly such a relief. Even he said so. And evidence of his excitement became apparent when friends approached me having already heard the news from him--when we went for it, he really went for it. It warmed my heart.

It was so fun to share the news because I'm really a horrible liar. I think my face gives it away after my sensibility prevents any accuracy in telling the lie. It's funny because when I was a kid, I remember I used to make up the most elaborate of lies for the most random of audiences. I remember telling my Sunday School teacher one week that, no, I couldn't remove my heartshaped, pink-lensed sunglasses because I now needed them to correct my vision. And, why were they pink and heartshaped? Well, obviously because my Uncle Kevin who is (suddenly) an optometrist loves me so much that he made them pink and heartshaped to publicly demonstrate his love for his niece. I never wore them again after that week, but my Sunday School teacher entertained my ridiculous lie regardless. Now that I think of it, my Sunday School class got a lot of those compulsive lies--I also remember telling my teacher that I needed 5 minutes of class to ask my fellow students questions about crickets as I was participating in a very important study about perceptions of crickets. She refused to oblige, so I asked my fellow students to stay after class and answer my important questions. Only one kid did. Jerks. I was no older than 10, mind you. So, now I surmise, even though I was a persistent little liar back then, I was never a good liar. How could I possibly, therefore, lie twenty years later about something as big as making a baby?!

While I'm sure plenty of folks we shared the news with really kind of already knew, it was refreshing to confirm their suspicions. It's hard not to guess when I'm not drinking, hardly going out, and looking a bit swollen. And it has been fun to hear folks say: I knew it! Of course you did, we're loving friends and it's a hard thing not to know when we know each other that well. I was also tickled when Kristine said that she sensed it, as a mom with a special kind of radar. I want to sense it too--I want to be one of the first to know when more of my best friends tread down this path. I want to be a special insider that giggles at the thought and the slowly evolving sight!