After our family beach day, when we were all home, showered and admiring each other's sunburns, I made a discovery that's been a month in the making (we work fast): I'm pregnant. We told my aunt, uncle and cousin first since that's how it went down last time. Silly tradition, and it was neat to be with them the day we found out again. Then we, of course, told everyone else.
This was a momentary stall, however. We are a bit spooked in the department of getting excited, last time was such a let down. However, if something goes awry and we didn't tell anyone, then we'd be suffering alone. I'm not good at hiding. People can get a pretty good read on me just to look at my face. And who wants to suffer alone? So now you know. We're not expecting the worst, and we're quiet in our happiness.
On a related note- I couldn't be more thankful that the last pregnancy didn't work out. I'd have an infant right now, and I think that would be a bit too overwhelming. Rosanna still is needy enough to deserve all of me. When she's three (when this baby is due) I imagine she'll have pushed away even more and the spacing will be perfect.