The Bean Song
a camp song
My dog Jelly likes to roam/ One day Jelly roamed from home/ He came back so squeaky clean!/ Where, oh where, has Jelly been?/ Jelly bean, Jelly bean, where, oh where, has Jelly bean? (Underlined words can be replaced with any kind of bean: lima, string, pork-and, your choice!)
I pride myself on being good at keeping secrets, and have never been the kind of person to slip up with my own secrets (birthday presents? great big changes at work? I'll never tell.) or those of others (found a better job? trying for a baby? I'm like a vault.) I love secrets like a six-year-old loves them, I love the challenge of keeping things to myself, and I love the thrill of knowing that there is a day in the future when I get to tell everything.
We have just scratched the surface of telling folks we know about the Bean, which makes it far harder than I expected to keep the secret from the rest of our friends and family. Until we started telling people (which began with LB's cousin the day we got a BFP), it was easy. Today, though, keeping this news from everyone has gotten harder and harder. I don't know if it's because we finally have an appointment to find out more about the Bean, or if this is harder because it's about US, and not someone else, but I keep having to bite my tongue to avoid telling people!
LB and I would like to have an ultrasound picture before we tell people, so right now we're using that as our reason for waiting Then, we'll probably just tell family, and wait until the 2nd trimester (all the way in July!) to let friends know. For now, though, we wait. And I try not to call attention to the fact that I'm not drinking, and hope that my ever-expanding cleavage doesn't cause my shirt to explode suddenly!