Reasons I Tried Hiding My Pregnancy (even from my husband)

I found out I was pregnant on a Sunday afternoon in May.  Instead of screaming from the rooftops that I was carrying my third child I kept it to myself.  It took two weeks to even tell my husband,  here's why:

1. Having your first is so exciting, having your second is expected - the third?  Who has three kids these days?
2.  Is it ever the right time?  I was nervous my husband wouldn't think so...
3.  I didn't want to overshadow other pregnancies (specifically my brother and sister in-law who will be having their FIRST baby two weeks before us - wooo-hooo)!
4.  I had a co-worker tell me (while I was pregnant, but he didn't know) that the world was not set up for families of five (cars, restaurants, vacations, college tuition).  He has a point, woops!
5.  By saying it out loud I often admit (through nervous laughter, strange sentences and awkward eye movement) that I am so, so nervous about this one.

Yet, I know by putting it here that it is out there (in the universe) and, ultimately, it's time to be loud and proud.  I mean, I am starting to show and I'd rather people think there is a reason for the bulk and not a change in lifestyle.  More importantly, I am working through that previous list of five and starting to get really, really excited.  I always said I wanted to be pregnant one more time (that was before I had 10 weeks of all-day nausea) and always felt deep within I wanted one more baby.

Here's to new cars, bunk beds, one more college account, tighter squeezes in restaurant booths and a whole lot more tears and giggles.

See there's a missing spot right in the top right-hand corner.  We are waiting baby.