{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Vicky Gooden","provider_url":"http:\/\/www.vickygooden.com","author_name":"vickygooden","author_url":"http:\/\/www.vickygooden.com\/index.php\/author\/vickygooden\/","title":"I had a baby - Vicky Gooden","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"USQIYL9WMq\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.vickygooden.com\/index.php\/2018\/05\/29\/i-had-a-baby\/\">I had a baby<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"http:\/\/www.vickygooden.com\/index.php\/2018\/05\/29\/i-had-a-baby\/embed\/#?secret=USQIYL9WMq\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;I had a baby&#8221; &#8212; Vicky Gooden\" data-secret=\"USQIYL9WMq\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script>\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=http:\/\/www.vickygooden.com\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n<\/script>\n","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.vickygooden.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/IMG_1305.jpg?fit=2048%2C1365&ssl=1","thumbnail_width":2048,"thumbnail_height":1365,"description":"Wow. The title of this blog still blows my tiny, sleep deprived mind. But yes, I had a baby. 3 weeks ago. I got pregnant in Sept 2017 after round 3 of IVF. I carried a baby (almost) to term and now she\u2019s out in the world, safe (I mean, ish\u2026we\u2019re new at this!) with me and her daddy. I purposefully kept the whole pregnancy off social media. I felt a sense of overwhelming responsibility to my growing bump as each day passed and having been on a long journey to make our sweet little Elodie, it just felt far too delicate a situation to share with the world as each important week went by, me counting down the days until she was \u2018viable\u2019 (god I hate that term) and I could say \u2018if she came out now she\u2019d probably be ok!\u2019 I wanted to control the amount of enquiries into my pregnancy and how it was going. I preferred these to be in person or via messages from family and close friends only. I put a bit of a barrier up around my bump. Stay away people, leave us to it. At social gatherings, including my husbands 40th back [&hellip;]"}