Question: How many times can I put ‘baby’ in a post title from now until February?
Answer: Many, many times. 😁😁
I am a certain kind of person. (Aren’t we all?) I like to have fun, and celebrate, and make a fuss out of momentous things like the best of them.
But just as I like to make a fuss, I am also fussy. I like to do things a particular way. I like to do them different, my way.
In fact, when everyone is doing one thing, I often like to go, no, that just doesn’t suit me.
I don’t want to do the regular thing. And it’s not out of rebelling against the system or anything… often, going with what everyone else does, is actually not me. It doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t feel right.
I have very deliberately NOT put up an official social media post announcing our pregnancy. Those that are dear to us have found out personally from us, and now that I have some pregnant photos floating around online, sure, people are finding out more and more…
But there was no hoo ha about it. I did it my way.
There is lot about this pregnancy journey I want to share with people. I will also write about it extensively in time, that I am sure…
But just because I write about it openly, it doesn’t mean that I am willing to talk about it openly with just anyone.
There is a very strong difference here.
Because those that get me telling them face to face, get my personal unedited tongue guiding them through the raw stuff.
Those who read my words get my carefully articulated and chosen expressions that will just as thoroughly share my story.
I am very, very particular about this.
Also, people like to throw baby showers. I don’t like that term.
Of course. 🤦♀️
200 people have asked, “are you having a gender reveal?”
(There was no such thing when I was pregnant with baby girl.)
No we are not having a gender reveal.
300 people have asked, “are you finding out what it is?”
No we are not finding out what it is.
And so on and on it goes.
A large part of me wants to scream and shout from the rooftops about how happy I am.
The other part wants to keep it low-key and cas, because the neighbours don’t need to know my thoughts.
I want hype, fan-fare, excitement and lots and lots of yelling!
But then I also want like, yeah ok, chill out there. Just relax.
I don’t want to do and buy all the baby things, just because everyone on TikTok is buying it, doing it, showing it off…
But then tonight, as I was researching baby related things… OH MY HEART.
I want all the things!
I said to Hubbie, “this is killing me with cuteness.”
And baby girl responded correctly, “EVERYTHING is killing you with cuteness.”
So I’m just a complicated, pregnant woman (redundant statement I know, all pregnant women are complicated 🤣) trying to find some kind of middle ground between laying low and staying cool, and doing and buying and celebrating all the things that means a new baby is on the way.
I am just trying to work out, my way.
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