Over the weekend my Mom and Dad came out for a quick visit. Unfortunately my Husband was with his parents at a separate event so we took on the task of informing Grandparents on our own. I was able to hand my ultrasound pictures to my Mom and introduce her to baby #2. She started in with the tears while I explained we are not jumping for joy until we hit that 12 week mark. She was, surprisingly, much more supportive than I thought she would be. I think with Dad’s Alzheimer’s he thought I was 16 and Pregnant and belonged on MTV but I just ignored that death stare and moved on. With that I made calls to my sister and brother. Yes, complete opposite and much more downplayed from the first time around but everyone was equally excited and supportive, which is the most important factor.
The Hubby met up with his parent’s the same day and informed them that the doctor suggested that I should quick drinking. Neither immediately caught on as to why but were equally sad for the loss of wine in my life. The Hubby eventually connected the dots for them and with that came their own tears of joy. They were also happy that I could return to my wine habit in roughly 8 months.
I was truly grateful that we didn’t tell a lot of people the first time around. We were right in making that decision. We are sticking with the same theory for this baby as well and have pretty much told the same few people. While some have had a few stinging remarks (“Why don’t you actually take it easy this time around.”) everyone else has been very supportive and understanding of our hesitance. Honestly, the remarks don’t bite as much as I thought they would. I know I did nothing to cause the loss of my first baby. It just happened. I will continue to do what I feel is best for me and this baby, no matter others opinions. I’m going to pull an Elsa and just let that shit go.
With that, we head into week 8 of this pregnancy.