One Year Ago this weekend we starting telling everyone Little Man was on his way. Well, we didn't know if it was going to be Little Man, or a Little Lady, but you get the idea.
I remember the great ideas we had for telling people.
My personal favorite was, "We've been thinking about Thanksgiving and were thinking everyone should plan on coming to our house." Then depending on their response, because after all you would be bringing up Thanksgiving in late April, you had a choice of interesting lines. "Well, we thinking we won't want to be traveling with a newborn," or "You'll probably be over at our place anyway, with the baby being due the same week as Thanksgiving and all," or the one I told my Mom, "I'd really love your help cooking, husband and I will probably be pretty busy with the baby."
Any or all of there made people pause, just for a moment, before getting excited.
When we told my husband's parents, sister, brother-in-law and a few friends, we were about to eat dessert. His mom was counting people to get the plates out, and he insisted that we needed one more. She counted over again, said the total, and he said one number higher. They started discussing how many, when our brother-in-law said, "I think he's trying to tell you something." Then, his face and mine, both broke into huge smiles.
I don't remember exactly what was said by the grown ups, but all of a sudden there was silence as Big Girl said, "I'm going to be a big sister."
All of the grandparents were impressed that she had known for almost three weeks and not told them. We confessed that we'd been keeping her off the phone, so she wouldn't be tempted to spill the beans, but still. It was awesome.