kryptonite

My resolve is weakening.

Ever since my husband... I'm going to call him The Gardener from now on...He is the one who planted the seed after all. Ha ha ha!

Ever since The Gardener found the blog yesterday, I have had to almost literally clamp my hands over my mouth to refrain from revealing that I am pregnant.

I can't do this.

My grand plan was to wait until Christmas morning. I was hoping to have an ultrasound picture by then. I would wrap it up in a little box and present it to him. Wouldn't that be a great way to do it?

But that is over a month away.

My energy levels are already waning and he has started saying things about the condition of the house. In his defense, he has always been very kind to me about the way I keep house (if you could even call it that), hardly ever making comments about how chaotic and haphazard it is. Knowing that, it must be getting pretty bad if he is saying something now. I don't want him to think I don't care or that I am that lazy of a house wife (though, very likely possibilities).

Plus, I need a partner in this.

I have been pregnant before and as I recall, Weeks 8 through 18 are pretty rough. ("Morning sickness" much?) Sometimes it's nice just to have someone to whine to.

Although...men don't really get that part.

Years ago, we had several couples over for a fun-filled evening of games and food. Several of the women were pregnant and, of course, "pregnancy-talk" ensued. When each of the women began bemoaning how tough "morning sickness" was, one girl piped up, "I just know it's all in my head, so I talk myself out of it, and it works. I don't have any morning sickness!"

*silence*

All of the women stared at her with wide eyes and even wider, gaping jaws. The men in the room had heard too and swooped upon this little tidbit of information faster than an eagle clutches up a scrambling jack rabbit.

Now that The Gardener knows "it's all in my head" (*scoff*) I'm left wanting in the sympathy department.

Oh well. I still want to tell him.

Plus, this little secret I'm keeping is literally half his. Is it morally moral for me to keep this from him for very long?

Like I said in an earlier post... I think TOO much!

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