Weekend

First things first — I'm seven weeks pregnant today! And my ultrasound is just 2.5 days away! Woohoo!

This weekend I went to a three-year-old's birthday party. My adorable niece (my stepsister's child) was in every way the Birthday Princess. She kept telling people, "Today is my special day." I think her big brother, as seen in the picture below, was a little bit put out that he wasn't the centre of attention.



They're both so cute, so precious. And they came into this world after their mother struggled with infertility for five years. I won't go into details, because it's not my story to tell, but they are an inspiration to me.

We are not yet telling people about my pregnancy. So far we've told only a couple of close friends. But this weekend I broke down and told my stepsister. Here's why:

At my dad's house after the birthday party, one of his drunken neighbours was going on and on about how I have to give my dad some grandkids. I said he already has some, referring to my stepsisters' kids, and she said, "Oh, it's not the same. It's different when it's blood. Just wait and see." Then she called my dad over and said, "What would you say if your daughter told you she was pregnant right now?" He said something smartassy first, but then he put his arm around me and said he'd be thrilled, of course. It was a surreal moment. I extricated myself and ran into my stepsister coming down the path towards me. I grabbed her arm and babbled a bit, while she looked at me like I was nuts, and then I finally blurted it out: "Can you keep a secret? I'm pregnant!" I was just dying to say it. She has promised to keep my secret until I'm ready to tell.