So, the official announcement of Snappy was a few weeks ago now – but it was the worst kept secret in town – well in one town and several villages at least. Partly because this is what happens when you tell small children things and partly because some adults are worse than children at keeping secrets.
So here is a list of people who knew well before twelve weeks. In some cases before six weeks.
- My nephew Taylor, who has never been one for keeping quiet about anything surprisingly didn’t tell a soul.
- My sister.
- My niece who then told her cousin who then told her mother and sisters.
- My neighbour’s little girl who then told her parents.
- My mum, who told all her sisters, who told all their partners and children.
- Our donor, his wife, who then told her sister, who told her daughter, who then told the rest of her entire family.
- My dad who told god knows who else.
- My best friend Mel.
- Our best friend Jen, who told her fiancé who said, and I quote, “Was it planned?” Best. Reaction. Yet.
- My wife told her work colleague who cried which then needed explaining to have the nursery staff. Then as she was driving her home one day told everyone else my wife was sick because she was pregnant.
- Some of the kids at the nursery worked it out themselves. I’m not sure how.
- We told my in-laws, who told everyone my wife is related to in America.
- I told one colleague because I hadn’t gotten to tell many people and I could hardly contain myself.
- I told another person because she kept asking me how the baby was in reference to a bear my wife had bought the a couple of weeks before and I couldn’t handle it any more.
- Another person on the bus my wife knows guessed because she was holding a hot water bottle onto her breasts when they were sore at the beginning of the pregnancy.
So, by the time we had the first scan and it came time to tell people, there didn’t seem to be many people to tell. I told everyone at work the very next day (I’d taken the day off for the scan), took the picture in to show everyone this tiny little thing that has taken up residence inside my wife.
Explained to a few people that she was pregnant not me.
Showed the picture to every friend that came into the shop for the first couple of days after the scan (I had the picture with me for a bit).
Posted it on facebook.
I know the current trend that’s going viral at the moment is to post clever and creative pregnancy announcements. Something funny or cool or whatever. And okay, yes, the crocodile scan was supposed to be funny, but mostly I did that because our joke on my niece has been that we’re having a crocodile. She doesn’t believe us, she’s five, not an idiot, but it’s funny to try and convince her. Apparently, when she saw the picture of the crocodile scan she freaked out. I posted the real picture the next day, which made her feel a lot better. Though she wasn’t too happy with all the clothes with crocodiles on them.
My main worry about people knowing, before the first trimester was through, was how horrible it would be if she miscarried and we had to tell all those people we’d lost our baby. I still worry about it now. More so actually as we’re further in and even more people know. It’s normal I’m sure, and actually something I struggle with anyway. Telling people good news, or that something good will happen has always been hard for me because I worry so much that it will go wrong and I’ll have to tell people. If only I know something and then it goes wrong, only I know and I find it easier to deal with if it’s just me, just my emotions I have to deal with and no one else’s.
I liked telling people though. I like telling people still. Just those words, my wife is pregnant, are still wondrous and make me smile. My wife is four months pregnant. That feeling makes it worth it, all that worry melts away for a little while with those five words. There can’t be many more people to tell, though, but then, we have another scan next month and hopefully we’ll find out the biological gender of our Snappy and I’ll get to tell everyone that too.