So yesterday, as Husband and I were waiting for the ultrasound report, a very familiar ultrasound technician was walking by. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it at first, and then realized it’s a woman who goes to my parents’ church!
I hid behind Husband so she wouldn’t see me, but sure enough, she smiled and said ‘hi’. She was kind enough to not carry on a conversation. And I know her professional code swears her to confidentiality. But still… awkward, right?
Now, my parents know we have been going to the fertility clinic, but they do not yet know that we’re pregnant. I know girl-from-church won’t spill the beans, but it kind of puts the pressure on to tell them sooner rather than later, just in case.
Especially since Husband took yesterday’s appointment as the okay to tell everyone. Like, his entire hockey team. I thought it still felt too early to be that public, but it’s kind of sweet that he’s excited to share the news.
Now… we just have to tell our parents… And lie about where they’ve fallen in the order of ‘people we’ve told’.
30 years old and still lying to my parents… *sigh*
What about those sonogram puzzles?
we’ve got them… we just have to deliver them. I’m seeing my parents this weekend and Husband’s parents will be getting it in the mail next week!
Amazing!