Telling the World

The experts say (I'm sure it was unsolicited advice) that you shouldn't begin to tell people that you're pregnant until at least 12 weeks because of the high rate of miscarriage in the first trimester (20%).  Instead of following this sage advice, my husband and decided to tell our entire family the moment that the stick turned positive.  Yep, couldn't keep it a secret for 5 minutes!  

Granted it was Christmas and therefore the one time of year that our family is present in it's entirety (and then some....long story from this Christmas) so we just couldn't possibly miss the opportunity to win Christmas (classically the person who gives the best present...just for the record, I will have the W until someone else reproduces in the Woodruff family)!  So we spilled the beans...in a big way.

Since then I have had trickles of emails (some from people I haven't talked to in a decade or more) telling me that I'm about to get fat or something less shocking but that serves the point to tell me that they have found me out.

The funniest, however, are the ones that are purely accidental.  Like a friend of ours whom we had to tell so he could take up the slack for me at work who told another resident that the only reason I was complaining about the food at lunch that day was that I was pregnant (he and I both turned beet red and thus had no shot at playing that comment off!) or when I accidentally outed myself to one of my greatest friends because I signed her blog which then sent a link to this!  Oops...

The truth is that we are so excited about this new development and it truly stinks that you're not supposed to share it with the people you love for 3 MONTHS?!?!  Ridiculous...I say live in the moment and let the good Lord worry about the rest!