State Of The Uterus Address, 2013: a house log

And now for a bonus Friday afternoon post (aw yeah, I am a rebel without a cause). Every day on average I get about five readers either asking if I am pregnant or straight up “calling it” via comments, email, twitter, pinterest, instagram, or carrier pigeon. Which adds up to answering that question – and crushing the dreams of those calling it – around 150 times a month, and a whopping 1,800 times in the last year. The prego-chatter has even hijacked a few comment threads on posts about non-uterus-y topics like room updates and tour infographics. Holy bump-watch, batman! We have not seen one of those around here since 2010.

First I will get one little detail out of the way: I am not pregnant. My womb is right now uninhabited.

It is in fact truly cool that so many people are excited about the possibility of us expanding this little family of ours. But with the complications of my past (here is Clara’s birth story for more on that) nothing is guaranteed. My next pregnancy will be high risk and my next child will have a 25% chance of the same life-threatening complication that Clara had. So that certainly contributes to our timing and our general state of mind with regard to any potential bun in the oven. And sometimes all the “you are prego!” guesses can be a little tough to field day in and day out.

I fully understand that all the excited folks who are inquiring do not mean any harm (in fact I feel like I should be hugging you while typing this, seriously I enjoy you folks) but in general I think asking someone if they are pregnant can be a little dicey…

• It can suggest that you think they’ve gained weight (sometimes I have a tummy – thanks burrito! – but it is not a baby)
• It can unintentionally sadden someone who has had trouble getting pregnant or has miscarried (neither of which I have personally encountered up to this point, but I certainly could moving forward)
• It can put them in an uncomfortable position if they are pregnant, but are not ready to announce it (which eventually could happen to me for sure)

So this little uterus-centric service announcement is simply to solemnly vow to you folks that when the time is right, if we are blessed with another bouncing bean in the oven, I promise, you will know. Heck, we will be so freaking excited that there might be another t-shirt in it for Burger…

So sit tight and know that although you will not be the first few people we tell (gotta give that privilege to the fam) you will certainly hear it straight from our perma-smiling mouths (er, keyboard?) if we reach that safe-to-share milestone. Until then, picture me sipping wine, eating sushi, and soaking up non-prego life as it is right now. With my sweet pooch, my nail-gun-slingin’ hubby, and my little miracle girl (who right now knows the words to nearly every Adam Levine song – seriously, try her).

Thanks so much for understanding, folks. I cannot wait to see what the future holds. And I hope you will be sweet to each other in the comments (everyone’s hearts are in the right place about this whole thing). Besides, this means we can all spend more time studying Princess Kate’s royal bump. Where is she hiding that baby? Seriously, can somebody tell me? My belly blocked the view of my feet by 20 weeks (see the second picture in the grid above), so I can only guess that superior lineage = superior baby-hiding prowess.