Something new

I have a secret to share with you.

I haven’t been writing here the last few months, only a few posts here and there, because a different blog has absorbed me. It’s a bit of news I haven’t wanted to share, and I’m still uncomfortable sharing it, so please go easy on me. I squeaked it in a few months ago, hoping no one would notice, and only a few people did, so I’m happy about that.

I’m sharing because I’m passing through a milestone.

I lost Henry at 21 weeks, and I’m currently 21 weeks pregnant with his brother. I find it’s an important thing to write about, because I have been so terrified.

From here on out, pregnancy is all new to me. I’ve never done this for more than 21 weeks. I haven’t shared my news because it isn’t all glow and happy anticipation for me.

I’ve also been hiding to avoid the questions all pregnant women face, with my answers in brackets.

When is baby due? (Hopefully October 27, but I’m not convinced I will hold baby in my arms, because all I’ve known of pregnancy has ended in tragic, heart-bleeding, life-suffocating loss.)

Is it a boy or a girl? (It’s a dinosaur. Honestly, what does it matter to you if it’s a boy or a girl? It’s a baby.)

What are you going to name him/her? (If it’s a boy, none of your business, and if it’s a girl, nona of your business.)

Is this your first? (I can write a TEXTBOOK on how awful, though innocently asked, this question is. I wish I could erase it from the collective psyche. No, this isn’t my first. My first is dead. His name is Henry. He had a genetic disease and he was ripped away from me. Pause for awkward “oh, I’m so sorry!” before moving on to the next invasive question. In addition, I’ve also been a step-mom for the past seven years, so my first wasn’t even my first.)

Also of note in my avoidance column: Touching my belly, predicting gender, suggesting names (like Henry the second for a boy. Um… no?) sympathetic puppy-dog eyes, saying how cute it is this baby has a brother in heaven, asking me every time you see me how my pregnancy is going, and questions in general. I’m an antisocial grump when it comes to my pregnancy, due to my private nature. Because pregnancy is so public, it makes us introverts squirm to be outside. Just ignore my belly, please. It’s enough to induce second trimester nausea.

The best things I’ve heard so far: I wish you an uneventful pregnancy. Easy, simple, direct, no squishy cheesy talk of angels, the universe, or how I’m going to be such a good mom. No thanks.

So forgive me for my silence, but now you know!

3 comments on “Something new

  1. greenleela says:

    1) I love you.
    2) What you said about introverts, I whole-heartedly agree with. We run from reasons that may draw attention to us. And such provocation of people trying to touch your belly, that calls for Ninja time and smacking people.
    3) Hugs from Philadelphia.

  2. Anonymous says:

    Congratulations, wishing you all the best and an “uneventful pregnancy” 🙂

  3. tersiaburger says:

    I continue to pray fro Baby Bean dear friend. Lots of love!!!!!!!

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