I might kill my husband. Ok, lest that ends up in some sort of legal records somewhere, let me say I'm kidding. Kind of.
Last night I came home from work, and we were headed to dinner with some friends. I said, "I won't be drinking, don't you think they're going to notice?" (Not that I'm a lush, but I usually have a beer or wine with dinner.)
And he says, "How long are you planning to wait to tell everyone anyway? I already told Mom."
I went from zero to Irish in about 10 seconds.
"WHAT?! I told you not to tell anyone yet!"
"I'm excited! I had to tell! You know I can't keep a secret!"
"Yes, but I needed you to keep THIS secret! I told you that! Things can still go wrong! I'm about 2 seconds pregnant -"
"It doesn't matter."
"I may have told my dad too..."
Oh. My. God. His dad dates this woman who has the biggest mouth on the planet. If she finds out, game over. Now I feel like I have to tell my parents too, before they find out secondhand. I had been thinking MAYBE we would be telling our parents and siblings on Christmas (at 5 weeks) if things were still ok.
Oh, then he threw in the kicker, because I was close to tears - "Are you getting all pregnant and emotional already?"
I went upstairs to get ready to leave, about to lose it, then felt a little bad after the fact. I have all of my wonderful online friends to talk to, and he doesn't have anyone. I know he's excited. But it's just still so early.
I'm so worried this baby won't stick. I think I'm going to call my doctor's office on Monday to see if I can have bloodwork done because they didn't order any. Decent betas would make this easier, I think, because I keep taking tests and I confess that I'm still temping. The tests are getting slightly darker, but are still light, and my temp has gone down a little. It just fuels my fears.
Stick, Miller Lite, stick...
(Thanks to Kathy for that nickname, hehe)