Because when the most momentous thing that had ever happened to me was happening to me I was only supposed to tell a very select few. Because I was sitting around a table with my co-workers concentrating on looking undisturbed by the waves of nausea rocking me to my core. Because 1 in 5 pregnancies end in miscarriage and yet this too is a secret we are told we should keep. Because if I have a cold I can tell everyone but if I have mind-blowing cramps I’m only supposed to whisper it to other women. Because truths of pregnancy are only shared like passwords between women once we are pregnant. Because the very real movement of hormones and blood and bones in our bodies are treated like whimsy and fairy tale; myth and mystery. Because this is my pregnancy as I’m experiencing it and I want to tell.