I realize that announcing one's pregnancy in the first trimester is contrary to most rulebooks. And customs. And advice from parents, friends, strangers, pets, and with Archer I'm pretty sure I waited, well, a couple months at least before I told anyone (besides my immediate family) but here's the thing-- I'm excited. I'm excited and let's be honest, people, I'm kind of a tell-all kind of girl.
"Aren't you supposed to wait three months before you tell anyone?"
"It's too early! You're supposed to wait!"
"I would congratulate you, but it's kind of too early, isn't it?"
"Aren't you afraid of telling people?"
All of these are valid questions and/or philosophies. After all, the first three-months can be risky, and I totally understand a couple's choice to wait before announcing their pregnancy to the universe. If it was up to Hal, we would have waited but you know me, I'm just crazy! I blame blogging. I'm a public diarist who cannot wait to dish her own dirt.
But, hey! I'm excited. I've already read through two baby name books, dusted off my old maternity clothes and convinced myself that I'm already showing.

I've calculated my due-date (first week of October) and am counting down to my first OBYGYN appointment. Nothing says pregnancy quite like spreading dem leggies for the speculum and flashlight! BRING IT, Doc!
Sure the babe's the size of a lentil bean, has no limbs and looks like a tadpole, but It's my lentil-bean limbless tadpole, and I'm thrilled to know it's there. And I'll sing it songs and name it names and announce its existence before I'm supposed to.
Because I am physically unable to keep my mouth shut that's just me.
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