Can you keep a secret?

It is so hard to keep a secret when what I really want to do is to share it with the whole world. I’m bubbling with pride and excitement. But I am also afraid to jinx everything by share the good news too early.

But on the other hand, if I told my friends about the pregnancy and something went wrong. What would happen? Would they laugh at me? I don’t think so. Would they create a great net of support to help me back on my feet? I think so.

Today my dear friend and owner of the Pilatestudio, Ory, greeted me with a big smile and an inquisitive frown: ‘You are shining! Are you pregnant?’ I can’t lie and my blushing probably gave the truth away, while I mumbled a semi-true: ‘I hope so.’

Dear child,

How funny that Ory could guess that you were inside of me. I am so full of joy that you can tell on the outside. It is true, you really radiate through me.

The thin red line.

The last test was disappointing.

This test was one of joy. The joy. The indescribable joy. The biggest joy possible. Can anyone find words strong enough to describe such good news?

The test reviled to me a secret my baby had already known for weeks. That s/he had chosen me as a mother, my husband as a father, my son as brother. Us as a family.

But for a moment only s/he and I knew about this in the whole wide world. Giggly, bubbly, lively, overwhelmed and tearful we two shared this secret.

A moment later we had the joy of sharing our secret with the father and the brother. Shared joy is double joy as we say in Sweden. Now it is our well-kept family secret.

Dear child,

I hope that you find me a suitable mum. Can you feel how much love I shower you with? Know that you are so welcome to our family.