This is not how I wanted to announce my pregnancy.
I had hoped to do something cute. Maybe the photo with the empty baby shoes, my son in a big brother shirt, or one of any other adorable ways to announce one’s pregnancy. But I’ve also been struggling with secondary infertility, so I’d probably include some sort of mention about how tough our journey has been and that I understand if someone finds my announcement hard or they don’t really want to hang out with me for a bit. I get it.
Instead, I’m 13 weeks pregnant–the time where you usually breathe a sigh of relief and tell the world–and I’m terrified.