The Benefits of Sharing

It was the most surreal thing telling my mom and sister the big news! I knew I wanted to tell them at the same time and whatever passed as an appropriate segway, which ended up being at the end of dinner. My heart was beating so hard I swear you could see it through my shirt. I had no idea why I was so nervous–this was a good thing! A far cry from breaking it to my parents a few years ago when I had gotten my first tattoo or even the universally celebratory news when Mike and I got engaged. I guess there was that element of wondering if I was doing the right thing by putting other people’s hopes on the line as much as I have my own but, in the end, we’re all in this together and I couldn’t imagine not sharing this part of our life with family.

It was much easier telling Erika later that weekend. I had already planned to travel to Virginia with the priority of seeing Erika and Brett’s lovely baby daughter Malina, born just last month. After some somewhat repressed squealing, Erika participated in the tradition of passing on items from her own recent pregnant life. I scored the latest edition of What to Expect When You’re Expecting, a book of 100,001 baby names (not intimidating at all), and 2 pairs of maternity pants, which has the double blessing of being free AND already hemmed to Erika’s height (close enough for me!).

We also just shared the news with Mike’s parents tonight, after much “Should we? I don’t know! Maybe?”. I’ll let Mike describe his own surreal experience with that but I will say that I just love that freefall feeling of finally letting loose and putting it out there. It just got more real.

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