8 weeks, 5 days
Disclaimer: You can skip this whole post if you're not having a good day, and you're still TTC.
Last night was the first choir practise of the season. I had decided I would be telling everyone that night. I decided to make an announcement instead of letting the news filter through the choir - more dramatic, but certainly more nerve wracking.
As we got closer and closer to the end of practise (where the question "Is there anything else for the good of the choir?" traditionally gets asked), I got more and more nervous. I hadn't really decided exactly what words I should say - and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to be able to say it without crying. (I'm not good with public speaking, can you tell?)
Finally it was time. There had been tons of announcements (our upcoming choir trip, plus it was the first Thursday back), so the choir director was kind of like, "Ok, if there is nothing else.." (slightly tersely), I held up my pencil.
I said, "I have an announcement." Then my voiced cracked with emotion. I made some mumbled comment about crying already, then I squawked out, "DH and I are expecting!"
Ladies. It was wonderful. More than I could have ever expected. The choir burst forth with a cheer, and I was immediately hugged by many people.
People were SO happy for me! Really genuinely excited! I am pretty sure many of the ladies knew of our TTC troubles, and probably that played into their happiness for us. And there were other younger people that were also so excited - of an age where babies are rare and none of their friends have them yet (say, 22).
It was just so .... fantastic. I really felt the love. I couldn't get to sleep that night, I was too wound up with excitement, and replaying specific comments in my head. I am so blessed!
I am so happy.