Binks and I are super excited about new development. I have been really excited because I finally got to share it with you. You have no idea how much I wanted to tell you as soon as I found out – at 6 weeks. However, I really did want to wait until the time was just right and I felt a bit secure in the pregnancy to reveal this wonderful news.
What did we do when we first found out? We went to grab breakfast. What did I get? Lunch.
Then, as it turns out, you’re not supposed to have cold lunch meat. Crap.
We told our parents at 10 weeks – on Mother’s Day weekend – right before San Francisco. We did it for two reasons – one obvious, one delirious.
Obvious: Mother’s Day turns out to be Binks’ dad’s birthday so it was perfect. We got Happy Birthday Grandpa (we got one for my dad too as we didn’t want him to be card-less) and Happy Mother’s Day, Grandma for both moms. Needless to say everyone took the cards and just put it on the table. This is what happens when you give things to people in the middle of eating. Second, my mom thought I was joking like usual and calling her old. Third, it took my dad to thoroughly read his card and my sister to squeal reading over my MIL’s card. Finally! And, then I started crying – like a damn fool.
Delirious: This would be the first grandchild on both sides. Aka – the parents go nuts. I can’t handle that. Hence, two days after we told them, we hitched a ride to California and didn’t have to face the news until we came back! By then, the family has already self-implode with the excitement. I came back to calmness and logical questions.
Can I tell you? No morning sickness. You heard right. Just a bout of nausea at first, which was what prompted me to initially take the pregnancy test.
It seems like I was meant to have this baby. I mean, I don’t have these wide birthing hips for nothing.