So you know that my blog is all about my day-to-day and what I like best is writing about what is happening here! and now! And ooh, listen to this!
And I am all about putting it out there, rather than being all secret secret, I've got a secret?
And then I just couldn't write about my days. When I can't write about the biggest thing going on, well, for me it's just easier not to blog.
And as I said, I couldn't.
It was too many months of hormones that made me batshit crazy, and monthly disappointments...and then this whole giant science experiment - this very expensive, surprisingly common, highly-monitored science experiment - that I was dying to write about...
And then finally some really, really good news. The kind that makes you burst into tears on the corner of 18th and Mass when the nurse calls. You were really scared to answer your phone but not as scared as you were of missing the call.
And then you stayed scared every. single. day. Because odds are not in your favor at your age. And so it had to stay a secret because what if what if what if?
So I've been carrying around this huge secret. Which is the opposite of how I comfortably live my life.
But on Thursday he or she will be 12 weeks, and while bad things could still happen, right now, all it looks like is something very, very good. (I mean, I know it actually looks like a marshmallow alien. But it's not. It's a little potential human, you guys!)