Sitting on a throne of lies

There's a raspberry sized baby inside of Cristina and it's insane how fast the baby is growing. Week 8 starts tomorrow. We  are both so excited. The most difficult thing is NOT TELLING ANYONE WE ARE PREGNANT. Lying is hard! Especially to close friends. We decided not to tell anyone until we reached the 12 week mark and get the results of genetic testing. It's amazing there's a new test simply the blood of the mother will tell if there are chromosomal abnormalities in the child and as a bonus we'll know the sex of the child. So until then we are sort of omitting the biggest thing happening in our lives right now. We feel like it would be too difficult to share our joyous news and then to have something go wrong and have to explain that painful sadness to anyone. 

Miscarriage happens and every week that passes we feel so increbily lucky that our baby is sticking around and growing. The fact is -- so many women go through losing a baby that it's more common than anyone realizes... And so tremdously heartbreaking. 

I also have started to understand the idea of the miracle of life... It's beyond that religious notion and the scientific explanation of how we multiply. The whole conception/gestation is mind blowing. Humans are fascinating. Cells building us to make all of our parts functional plus the spirit and soul of the people we are... Keeps making us wonder who our kid will be? What will they like? What will be important to them and how will they think? Then there's the vain stuff... But this kid has a gorgeous mom, so no doubt it's gonna be cute.

For now we have to pretend we are double agents.... I don't like keeping this secret. And I think some people know because we are so outwardly happy.  Friends keep on asking because they read this blog or know we have started trying to get pregnant.