Everyone knows that it's so so hard for me to keep a secret, particularly when I am excited about something. So, waiting a month to share the news of our pregnancy with our parents was just about killing me. After we had our 8 week ultrasound and got the chance to see our little sweet pea, we decided that we'd share the news with family. We tried desperately to think of a clever way to get both of our parents together, but - alas - it just didn't happen.
Since Grant's parents were going to be first-time grandparents, we decided we'd tell them first. On Friday evening, March 4, 2011, we called them up on speakerphone and spilled the beans. They were thrilled!
The next morning, we drove down to Pacific Grove to tell my parents the news in person. We had a plan that we would stop by the Bagel Bakery to pick up breakfast, then bring it to the house and tell them at home. But Dad wanted to meet us up at the restaurant. Since we weren't ready to share the news in public, and since P.G. is such a small town, we thought we'd hold off telling them at the Bagel Bakery. But that meant us coming up with an elaborate lie about why Grant had stitches in his forehead! We said that Grant had fainted while having blood drawn, and that led to my mom giving Grant a lot of advice about getting through lab work.
After keeping up the lie half-way through breakfast, I finally just blurted out the news. My parents were stunned! They were so excited, and teary-eyed. It was fun to show them our little ultrasound picture too.
It was so funny because I kept telling Grant that I thought we were having a girl (even though I have no idea why I felt that way) and, as soon as my mom saw the ultrasound picture, she immediately said that she thought we were having a girl too! This motherly intuition is strange . . .
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