I have a big mouth

I'm getting addicted to writing down my daily thoughts and pretending people are reading them and caring. (Thanks for caring, Gina). I have a big mouth, a really big mouth, and I have really good news. The two are becoming a dangerous combination. As I have previously posted, miscarriage rates in early pregnancy are really high. Yet, I seem to be trucking along down this pregnancy without any issues so far.

So, do I start blabbing to the world yet?

I'm not sure. So far, I've been keeping it very hush hush with few friends and colleagues being informed. Every day, I end up telling one or two more people and I have to say to myself, "That's one more person you might have to tell you miscarried." I know that's a morbid thought, but it's honest. I'm very early in this, some people don't even realize they are pregnant at this point, and a lot of things can happen from now until September.

Still, I think I will let everyone of our family members know after Michael's first birthday party and all of my coworkers know after that. Small note, that's the first time I used my son's name. I was worried about security issues but several of my friends use their kids' names all the time and told me it is very safe so there you go. His name is Michael and he's about to be one year old!