I have been outed.

So, there is this whole crazy agony about when to tell that you are preggers. And for me this incredibly complicated considering I am quite literally BURSTING to tell everyone from even my most distant cousin to every co-worker I happen across. The agony relates to a number of competing factors. First of all, there is a very reasonable underpinning to waiting at least three months to tell, so that if anything goes wrong (and it does a lot, like 10-20% of the time!) you don't have to go around telling everyone you are no longer pregnant. I can imagine this would be unbelievable upsetting, and it makes sense to keep it fairly quiet until I get the all clear, or at the very least, a heartbeat.

That being said, it SUCKS! Waiting is making each day crawl by. And the news is slipping out of me in the most unusual ways. I am telling seemingly random people that don't know me from Adam, so if I do happen to miscarry, I won't have to circle back to update them. And I have been writing this blog for months, mostly for therapeutic reasons. I figured no one on the planet was reading it because I had only told Brent about it. However, I neglected to realize that when you comment on someone's else's blog using your Blogger ID, people can click on your name and see your whole blog profile. How ridiculously naive of me to think that no one I know would find this out in cyberspace. After all, if pics of La Lohan taking bong hits can surface, my silly little blog will probably not stay on the DL. So long story short, Brent and I were at dinner this week and a local chef that we are friendly with came over to congratulate me. He had seen one of my comments out in the blogosphere, clicked on my name to investigate and voila! D'oh! By the by, I was quite relieved that he knew because of my blog and not because I happened to be wearing a fairly shapeless dress that might have hinted at my expanding waistline. Phew.

Anyway, my general philosophy has been to tell me close friends and family (which is still quite a large circle of people) keeping in mind that if I did have the terrible misfortune to have something go wrong, I would probably tell this group of people anyway so I could lean on them for moral support. However, being the gossip that I am, I realize once the cat is out of the bag, it is out for good and there is no going back. So it sounds like the news is leaking out one way or another. Oh well. I guess subconsciously I am glad. After all, I want everyone to know anyway!