With pregnancy test in a necklace box, a "Big Hunk" candy bar, and a box of Sugar Babies I break the news to Hubby. He's still in shock. We decided not to spread the news abroad just yet, and after all I am over 35 and it's best not to reveal until after 8-9 weeks just in case....blah blah blah.
I figure if there is a worst case scenario here then I already know who is going to see me through and give me the grief counseling I need. So my Girls are brought in on the secret. And grandma's must be told, so they get to know too. And I have sisters.....oh heck, the circle of trust is growing pretty large.
So David decides we need to let the kiddos know because he's sure it's going to get around to them and it had best come from us. I disagree and think we should wait at least two more weeks. So here's how things like this are decided in our house.....
Dad yells, "Kids: Mom has a surprise for you. Come bug her until she tells you."
Nice one Hubby. Slick, real slick.
So my Team has all assembled and we have told them all the news and we have come up with a term of endearment for our new bundle of joy. We are expecting a new little rookie to our team and we are all over-joyed. Especially 7-year old Adric who is thrilled to be a big brother.
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