In Which Things Become Complicated...

I really enjoyed being pregnant with the Bear. Sure, I had the morning sickness ikkies, but they mostly involved feeling tired and a bit nauseous; I rarely actually threw up and I wasn't sleeping on the bathroom floor or carrying baggies with me everywhere. By week 14 or so that had passed, and by week 16 I could feel the little guy start to move. In the last couple of weeks it got harder to sleep comfortably and sometimes I had to get up in the night to pee... But for the most part, I loved being pregnant. I loved feeling a little one inside me moving around. I loved talking to him and singing to him. I loved how easy it was to care for him while he was in-utero (no crying, no diapers!) I loved knowing that pretty soon he'd be out to play.
So, this morning when I saw that a friend of mine had joined the facebook group "We love/loved being pregnant" I clicked the button to join up too. Of course when one does this, the message goes up to all your friends "Jenni has joined the group 'We love/loved being pregnant' [and also another group which has no bearing on this story]."
Apparently this was interpreted by many as an announcement that I was pregnant. It was not intended to be an announcement, but people took it as such. (Argh, dumb ol facebook!)

Here is the real complication, you see, because just yesterday I found out something:

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For all the assuming about the announcement that I wasn't trying to make...y'all were actually right. So while I was here at home, oblivious to my little faux-pas, Hubby was at work on a break (for his planning period) and one of our mutual facebook friends saw him online and utilized the chat feature to ask him straight out if we were expecting. Hubby, caught off-guard, didn't reply with a vague "why do you ask?" but surmised that I must have said something, and so confirmed the fact. Then he called me and told me that I'd better call our folks NOW so that they heard it from us and not via the grapevine.
Oops.
So much for waiting a couple of weeks before telling everyone. Last time we waited until 10ish weeks (at Hubby's request) but my own inclination has always been to tell right away, so in spite of it being inadvertent, I guess this time we did it my way.


So, yes, a new Wild Thing is anticipated to arrive in November. My long-term readers know that this is something very planned and long-awaited (although November's birthstone is not one I'd have picked for my mother's ring...but neither are June or January, so oh well!). I'm thrilled at the news in spite of being caught slightly off-guard--I rather thought we'd missed the timing on this one with Hubby being out of town earlier this month combined with my anything-but-usual cycle schedule due to last month's craziness. We are discussing an appropriate animal nickname/totem for this one, so we can start calling him/her something. Hubby suggested Orca (I think because our Alaskan wildlife calendar had a Bear, then a Wolf, and march is an Orca), but I vetoed any blubber-heavy creatures. I'm leaning toward Lynx or Hawk...maybe Tiger or Eagle. I'm open to suggestions of course (it has to be high on the food chain, a creature with characteristics worth emulating, and yes, it should be beautiful ☺).