Keeping a secret is really hard

We are two days away from being able to tell the first people that we are pregnant.

I don't really know any rhyme or reason for the timing on pregnancy secrecy, but it seems like the general standard (at least amongst the Jews) is you tell family after a couple months, once you've had your first doctor's appointment, and then you really go public* after three months. Supposedly if anything is really going to go wrong, it will go wrong in the first 12 weeks, so in that sense I understand it, but it still seems somewhat arbitrary.

*and of course by public, I mean post on Facebook


God help the person who tells people they are pregnant before that 12th week. I have seen this happen on occasion, and you'd think they'd just copped to running a meth lab or putting a Sarah Palin for President sign in their yard. It almost seems like people think you can literally affect the health of the baby by revealing the fact that there is one.

We've known Hilary is pregnant for nearly a month now, and we've done our best to keep a tight lid on that information. It is harder than it seems. For some reason, every conversation I find myself in seems to somehow relate to pregnancy.

Like this conversation last week:

Hannah (my sister): We took Jessel to day care for the first time today.

Me: Oh yeah, we looked at that place last week. Oh, I hope it wasn't too hard.

Or:

Me: Hey Hannah, what are yall doing for dinner next Wednesday?

Hannah: Nothing much.

Me: Cool, we haven't seen yall in awhile, maybe we can come over after our doctor's appointment maybe we can come over for dinner.

Or even this:

Will: Man, Anne Hathaway gets really naked in that movie Love and Other Drugs.

Me: Hilary's having a baby.

All I know is, I am ready to unburden myself of this happy news, so I can stop having to run every sentence through an internal censor before I say anything to anyone.