So, here's the thing.
I've not been entirely truthful. It's not so much a lie, but an omission. I've been using this blog as a diary on and off for the past few years, and those of you who have followed my journey may recall the reason I was "Learning Early."
You see, back in 2012 I discovered I was pregnant. I made the decision, practically on day one, to blog my journey, and all the lessons I would learn as a first time mum... the disposable/reusable nappy debate, selecting a push chair, whether we'd agree to skip the gender reveal and stay Team Yellow... How naive I was. I had some other, much harder lessons to learn first.
I miscarried my first pregnancy at 7 weeks.
There was the physical and emotional pain that followed, the snubbing out of a future that had been so clear in our minds. It evaporated like mist.
It would take us four years and surgery for endometriosis to get pregnant again, but sadly this second little life decided not to stay with us, and I was confirmed to have had a missed miscarriage at my 12 week scan in March 2016 - just days before my 30th birthday. Part of me thought I was more prepared, I knew what to expect, I'd been there before... I was wrong. Just as each life I carried was different, so was the process I went through to grieve them.
"It wasn't meant to be."
"Your time will come."
"There must have been something wrong"
Kind words, but they felt like razor blades - these were my children. They would never be named, never get a nursery, but each one would stay with me.
So when hubby and I discovered last September that we were expecting again, we dared not get excited. We held hands as we looked at the little plastic stick on the side of the wash basin and took a deep breath, already starting to build up those protective walls should the worst happen again.
Well, here we are, a few months on, and the worst hasn't happened. I little wriggly thing that I've seen on a sonographer's screen and that has been given top marks by all the doctors so far. We're 22 weeks along - over half way - and this morning hubby got to join in by feeling our child tap on my tummy.
So it felt that the time was right to come clean - We've braved the Mothercare Sales, I'm wearing maternity clothes. There's a box in our spare room that contains a buggy.
We're expecting a baby.