by Michelle Stein posted in Pregnancy

I'm 8 weeks pregnant -- and I've already told grandparents, my kids, Facebook friends and random people I just met. (True story.)
I know, I know. I'm supposed to wait until at least 12 weeks along because that's when the risk of miscarriage significantly drops. Yadda, yadda. Believe me, I'm acutely aware of this.

Here's the thing, though: I've actually been there before -- an early miscarriage, that is. It happened between my first and second children.
No one even knew I was pregnant at the time, aside from my husband and I. So when I started bleeding and the loss was confirmed at the ER, it felt sort of like the pregnancy never happened at all; I was left to grieve silently. Although the loss happened early on, the whole ordeal was still pretty traumatic for me. Here's the way I see it. If this pregnancy were to end in miscarriage, at least others would be able to acknowledge this loss. Maybe I wouldn't feel so isolated and alone. Or maybe, people who hadn't heard about the miscarriage would ask me how the pregnancy is going, and it would be like a giant trigger. Over and over again.
Either way, miscarriage sucks. And keeping it to myself the first time didn't make it hurt any less.
(Besides, it's not like spilling the baby news "too early" jinxes the pregnancy in any way.)

 
So you do you and I'll do me, okay" Expecting parents might choose to share their baby news the second the pee dries on that positive tes...