I had a lovely lunch with LP and JH outdoors at a local winery. These are two of my closest friends that I've taught with for years and we took our graduate courses together. I debated back and forth about telling them and in the end decided to let the baby out of the bag.
Such joy!! I still had these photos on my camera so I told them I wanted them to see some cute pics. I absolutely LOVED watching their faces as they put it all together. They were ecstatic for me. JH immediately had tears in her eyes and LP is already talking about showers and names. I will treasure this memory forever. My baby is going to have some pretty fantastic aunties.
It was liberating to be able to tell my story openly. I could not have asked for a more warm and sympathetic response to the whole tale including the good, bad and ugly.
At 7pm I discovered I was bleeding again. Only lightly so far.
So much for getting any sleep tonight. Why does every great joy seem to be paired with some great worry?