This afternoon I found out I am expecting my third child!

This is marvelous and welcome news to me and my husband. The boys will be thrilled when we tell them, as Jeffrey has been drawing me pregnant for about 6 months now. I think we’ll wait until I am a little further along before we make a big deal out of it, however.

Here is my problem: I don’t want to tell my mother. Well, that’s not exactly true. I want to tell her, but only if she will be happy for us, and congratulate us and welcome this baby as much as we do. That’s the catch. She has made numerous comments over time about how crazy-busy my kids are and how I would be insane to have another. My mom is…ummm…very gererous with giving her opinions. I told my brother and his wife, and they were happy for me- even though having another baby is about as far from their plans as possible right now; they know it is what DFM and I want. My sister-in-law suggested that I put an “I’m the big-brother” t-shirt on Eric and see how long it takes her to notice… Not a bad idea!

Maybe my mom will surprise me. And maybe pigs will sprout wings and fly.

P.S.
Later: Cat’s out of the bag. The first thing she said was “Are you getting your tubes tied now?” Just what every girl hopes her mother will say with the announcement of a new grandchild!

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