The Linked Post Doesn't Make Much Sense Because Sarah's Blog Doesn't Look Like That Anymore

I dithered about whether or not to post the, ahem, news. We didn’t openly share Lumpyhead’s existence until the start of the second trimester. I was a little superstitious, and more importantly, we didn’t want to have to un-tell people.

The people who knew about Lumpyhead from the start were the people we would have told if there were any problems or a loss. They were the people whose love and shoulders we would need if the unthinkable happened.

I’m a little uneasy about having this out there. Our parents don’t know yet. I’m not sure how I feel about strangers knowing before our families.

But I know this: I blog about what’s on my mind, and if anything is large and looming and distracting and ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT, it’s this. I don’t know how I could write around it.

I also know that during Lumpyhead’s surgery, the support and good wishes I received from the blogosphere were so uplifting - so overwhelming - I don’t know what I would have done without them.

So you know. I told my blog.

(You: You told your blog but you didn’t tell me? How could you? Me: You know about it now, don’t you? Shut up.)

So there it is. Can I get a little discretion, though, Real Worlders? At least until we tell our parents? Congratulate me privately or pretend you don’t know (even though I see you, lurking. I see you! Would it kill you to comment?) or help me keep it quiet. Bring me a club soda or give me a secret wink but for the love of god don’t ask me loudly why I’m not drinking.

Thanks.

And for those of you waiting with bated breath for Fork You, the next installment in the Drinking Game Challenge, sorry. It will be awhile. But I promise, once I'm back in the drinking saddle, Fork You: The Long-Awaited and Over-Hyped Drinking Game That Will Probably Be So Very, Very Lame will make its debut.