I’m not sure exactly how to say it, so I thought I’d borrow some of the words used by another individual who “came out” recently. Here goes…
Throughout the last several months, I have grappled with my own identity, who I am….At a point in every person’s life, one has to look deeply into the mirror of one’s soul and decide one’s unique truth in the world, not as we may want to see it or hope to see it, but as it is.
And so my truth is that I am a pregnant American….
I’ve felt like a sort of “dishonest blogger” the last few months — choosing not to write about the most fundamentally life-altering experience I’ve been going through. But I’ve been worried — and still am worried, as is the way with most parents-to-be probably — about things going wrong. But now I think it’s time to throw off the fear and embrace my future as the mother of a son. So if I seem a little erratic in my blogging, or if I show signs of “pregnancy brain,” just know the fog should lift (and the little one should make his appearance) in mid-July.
UPDATE: I’m feeling fine. Am pretty much over the morning sickness stage. Getting a little bit of a belly but others would probably just notice me looking fatter and wearing more tent-like clothing (and comfy shoes). Hopefully will start to really “show” in the next few weeks. (I’m halfway there — 20 weeks — as of this weekend.) Pretty exciting stuff!