The first thing he said to me when he found out I was pregnant was "So, how long do we have to wait to start telling people. Cuz, I'd really love my dad to stop bothering me." Needless to say, the first thing the next morning, on his 5:30 am drive to work he was already blabbing his big mouth. (I pretty sure that his parents and grandparents all knew before he got to work) Which, resulted in a very early visit from my *I'm not grinning ear to ear* F-i-L that morning saying that "I know something." So much for witty, well thought out surprises, right?
Since then the list of people "in on the secret" has grown dramatically, despite the fact that it was really early. It's only a small blueberry at this point after all. I guess we aren't very good at keeping secrets...
The ways of telling have varied:
"So... you know how we were not-not trying? Apparently, we didn't have to try very hard..."
Hubby (driving)- "Hey, K has something to tell you"
Me- (eyebrows raised semi-glare in rear-view mirror) "So... I won't be drinking for a while. 9 months to be exact"
"In a few months you wont just have a grand-puppy"
"How do you feel about being an Aunt?"
Hubby- "I forgot I hadn't told BB, so I finally told him... (relays his previous conversation) "I told him that K will be getting a crazier over the next few months."
(At this point he oblivious to the fact that I have completely stopped what I am doing and an staring open mouthed, hand on my hips.)
BB- "What are you going to do, get her knocked up or something?"
Hubby- "Kind of already have"
Me- (trying to contain my "craziness") "Crazier?" (There might have been a S R W in there too... but it's hard to remember since I do it so many times a day)
Hubby- "Well it's a studied fact that women get crazier during pregnancy. It's the hormones. Don't blame me. Blame science."
Me- *mental forehead smack* "Science huh?"
I don't think it's hormones that make women crazy(er). It's husbands.
The responses were more of the same thread, but pretty amusing themselves:
"I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!"
*high pitched squealing (probably accompanied by jumping up and down, but I couldn't see it over the phone)*
*Massive intake of air* (and I quote "It sounded like when my mom freaks out and steps on the air-breaks in the car")
So, my Granny has already been shopping. (Only took 12-24 hours for that...)
"Congratulations!"
"It's about time!"
"Guess what I know!" *pokes me in the belly*
The responses definitely helped the freaking out, although I still have random "Oh my god, there is a baby in my belly moments. Luckily, they are getting less often... (most days)."
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