To tell or not to tell??

I wanted to run through the streets shouting my exciting news. I contemplated driving my car through town just honking the horn with a big sign taped to the car that read "Just found out I'm pregnant!" I thought about it and decided that I would rather keep the good news to myself for a little while. My husband got home from work and I told him that I would like to wait until after we go to the doctor to tell anyone that we are pregnant. He informed me that he had already called his entire family and some of his friends. (I think he was just a little bit excited.) I couldn't even get mad at him because I was so happy!! I told him that it was not fair to keep my parents in the dark so we decided that we would tell them the next day. That next day I threw a baby shower for my best friend and my mom was there. It was really hard to keep my mouth shut the entire day but I did it. Later that night, Jonny and I went over to my parents' house. I had the three positive pregnancy tests in my purse. After we got there, I told my mom that I had something for her. I reached in my purse and handed her the three pregnancy tests. She looked at them for a second and said "are these yours?" I just shook my head yes and said "yep, I peed on them!" and she started screaming. She screamed, cried, screamed some more and then hugged me until I just about lost my oxygen flow. My dad was all smiles and gave Jonny the congrats for "finally getting the job done." It was another great moment.

I decided that the only other people I wanted to tell was my supervisors at work. I figured this was a good idea so they would have a heads up that I would be having doctor appointments. And they knew about my rough journey so far. My bestfriend and I took them into an office and shut the door. We told them that we had to talk about something. Both of their faces were covered with a worry look like I might be quitting my job or something. Very quietly and with a serious look on my face I simply said "I'm pregnant." One of my supervisors screamed so loud that I had to cover her mouth so no one else in the office would wonder what was going on. We all jumped up and down and giggled like little girls telling gossip.

I then called the doctor and they had me come in the next morning to have blood work so they could check my hormone levels. They told me that as long as everything came back okay, I would come back when I was 8 weeks pregnant to have my first ultrasound. I had my blood work and everything came back great. My progesterone tested at a 25.2!! All the way up from an 8.4!! Very impressive. So we scheduled my 8 week ultrasound which was three weeks away. It felt like forever but I figured that I had waited this long, 3 more weeks shouldn't be too bad.