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keeping secrets

what is it about keeping secrets that's so hard? when Jono and I first found out we had a bun in the oven, we agreed that we wouldn't tell anyone until we were reasonably sure that things were ok. I gather this is pretty usual, and many people keep stumm until after the first scan.

Within 24 hours, I had blabbed to my friend Louise at work.
Within 25 hours, I had felt the need for family support and told mum and dad.
After 3 days, I couldn't help but blurt it out to my big sister, Steph, who told me off for not telling her sooner!
After a week, I told my boss, reasoning with myself that it was best that she knew in this early stage.

Obviously, I told everyone not to say anything.

- Steph told her boyfriend Jon.
- Jon told Jerry and Jan.
- Dad told Auntie Maureen.
- Mum told Auntie Jen (because dad told Auntie Maureen, so it must be ok!)
- I told Cathy and Sarah at work, because my boss shouted out about 'my condition' in the office.
- My 12 year-old nephew asked me what the 'big secret' was, and deduced I was either pregnant or divorcing Jono. He didn't believe me when I said I was getting divorced and said that looking at the Miriam Stoppard baby book with Steph had given the game away.
- And yesterday, at lunch with mum and dad, dad announced that a nurse he knows at church said that Frimley Park is the best hospital (Sarah Fergusson had one of her babies there, you know) and that I'd be in safe hands!!!!????? What the hell?

I believe Jono when he says he hasn't told anyone. We did eventually spill the beans to his parents last week, but they've also sworn not to tell. I trust them all. Jono's dad was a vicar after all!

At least I know where I get my blabbermouth from.

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