While I had high hopes of keeping my pregnancy a secret for months on end, it only lasted one week. I am terrible at keeping secrets from my husband, and I suspected that he already knew anyways.
As it turns out, he did already know, and was only pretending that he didn’t know. What a great guy.
Apparently, me sneaking off to make phone calls was the dead giveaway.
It is absolutely better that he knows. The first trimester has dealt its rough moments. I can guarantee that if he didn’t know or – even worse – was still pretending that he didn’t know, I would definitely hold it against him for many years to come.
At any rate, he has dubbed the little “guy” Pee Wee. He also immediately informed Luke about Pee Wee, much to my dismay (you’re not supposed to tell the little kid about the new kid until it has practically been popped out, right??).
So Luke periodically tugs my ultrasound pics and says “Pee Pee!”, and chatters about him like he is a real person, depending on what line Zach is currently feeding to him. I’m sure he is totally clueless.
Zach’s happiness is still intact; he refuses, however, to believe any of my friends that have told me that the second baby is easier than the first. He still believes the newborn stage will be a terrible, terrible time.
No biggie. He’ll get over it.
We’re back to being a normal family…no secrets. We’re all happy.