"Elisabeth" had not yet told her recently-ex, sort-of fiancee yet. The "good news" entitled November 5 email (addressed to her mother, father, two brothers, and to me) reads:
Well family, it seems that the less-than-0.8% chance of me getting pregnant...got pregnant. I just got the news today from the doctor, who says my numbers look really strong, and he's going to do an ultrasound this Friday. I'm only one month along, and of course there is a high risk for miscarriage and birth defects, so I will stay guardedly optimistic for another 2-3 months until I've passed those milestones. And don't worry about me. If the pregnancy fails, I'll be fine, I really will. It's the last thing I expected to happed, so I'll take whatever is thrown my way..... he doctor is shocked.She/they ( - the embryo/baby) have now passed 2 1/2 months of the three months milestones. I don't know at what point amniocentesis is required.
I love her. I love my mother and stepfather and brother, my uncles, and aunt, and the little town in Tennessee [I will have to come up with a pseudonym for that as well] where they will be meeting for Christmas, but I can't go. Maybe her doctor was right that "we" "silly girls couldn't grasp the complex psychological complex scars" of sharing the experience of a baby for her.