I’ve never been a great secret keeper. I can’t help it. In my family keeping secrets was a great idea, but it was never seen in real life. I often tried to tell my sisters secrets. They would promise not to tell, and then secretly they would tell just one other person, who would tell another and another, and after five minutes, everyone knew all of the details and the secret was out in the open.

Coming from that type of environment, it’s a wonder I can keep anything a secret for long, but, for the last four and a half months, I have told only a select few individuals about my future plans to have another baby. I guess future plans could be a little misleading. By that I mean that I will most definitely have another child, and I expect it to arrive in August of this year.

Since it is supposed to be bad luck to let this kind of secret out of the bag for at least the first three months, I was determined to keep quiet and not inform my coworkers or friends of the news until that timeline had passed. I knew it would be a difficult task, but after all, I wanted to keep luck on my side.