The hubs and I didn't agonize over the right time to tell them this time around. And although I was somewhat nervous about breaking the news this early (and I do realize that to many couples who break the news before the pee stick dries, waiting until 8 weeks isn't early at all), I am much more laidback this time around.
I want to enjoy this pregnancy (which assuming all goes well, will be my last) from beginning to end. I spent way too much precious time of my pregnancy with Isabella convinced I was going to miscarry at any second. My first trimester was especially hard because I wasn't throwing up, I didn't really have food aversions (although I had plenty of cravings) and I didn't even really start showing until I was 18 weeks along (which is why I was able to wait that long to tell my former employer I was pregnant). I had so few signs that everything was fine with the pregnancy that my mind was working overtime convincing myself otherwise.
I'm determined not to repeat those mistakes. I'm not spending every free moment reading pregnancy books or Googling miscarriage rates. I am still nervous and praying every day that things continue to go well, but I am not obsessing.
This time around, my mom and my sister were in on the FET plan well before my transfer. They've known since March 17th that I am pregnant again. We told the rest of the family yesterday at my great aunt's weekly Sunday dinner.
We dressed Isabella in a "Big Sister" shirt.
We walked into my aunt's house, and my grandma grabbed her as she always does. She and my cousin took her into my aunt's back bedroom to take off her coat. The hubs and I stayed in the kitchen with the rest of my family.
It took my grandma about three seconds to come charging back into the kitchen saying, "Does this shirt mean what I think it means?"
We told her yes, indeed it does. Everyone was happy for us. We told the hubs' family on Saturday, and we plan to tell my dad soon too. His dog was recently diagnosed with cancer, and he's really going through a hard time, so it doesn't seem quite right to tell him right now.
And while it does still feel like an enormous responsibility to have so many people's happiness riding on top of my uterus right now, and I will admit to having a very hard time answering questions about plans for the future baby yesterday after telling my family, it also feels pretty damned good to share the joy that I'm feeling right now with the people I love most in the world.