A couple of people know already. Paul and I each had one co-worker we had to tell because it would kill us not to, and they'd figure it out anyway. I told my boss yesterday because I felt bad lying to him about all the 'emergency' doctor appointment this week.

London accidentally found out last night because I forgot to set my post to private. She commented and then txt'd me. I was SO grateful she did so I could go change it. I don't think anyone else saw.

But I'm just bursting! I want to tell people. But at the same time, I don't want to. I want to hold onto this little secret Paul and I have, at least for a while longer. Let Paul get used to the idea. Let us share in it together. And, well… there's the whole “you don't tell anyone before the 1st trimester ends” part too. I can't help but be worried about that. Knowing what London went through, and what Jeremiah and Jamila went through.

But still. Part of me wants to sing it from the rooftops! I'm PREGNANT!!