It's been fun telling people the news. We're out-of-the-closet, now. People know. The big revelation came a few weeks ago when the parents were around. Libby's parents were stopping on their way out to Boston for a dental conference, and that was the perfect excuse to propose a toast... to ourselves!
Nobody saw it coming. It was kind of fun. I take some pride in the fact that we had kept the secret so well. I'm proud of Libby, too. She had spent an ENTIRE day with her parents before we had a dinner with both sets of parents and my brother and his wife to annouce things... and she didn't crack! (Even though I'm sure she wanted to.)
(Quick side story: the next day, we went to the Henry Ford Museum with Libby's parents. For lunch, we went to their cafe, and there was a sign boasting about their nutricious menu options. Libby was admiring their not-so-nutricious ice cream options and telling us about how they sounded good when her mother decided to read the nutricious sign aloud: "Your waistline is history!" Libby's reaction was too good to be appropriately described here. "WHAT?!?!?!" A combination of shock, hurt, and indignity.)
Over the following few weeks, we've let the news leak to lots of other people. It's been fun as I've gotten to gradually tell people in my residency program. They're proud of my fertility.
One of Libby's fellow residents came up to me last week. She was one who had been pretending that we were pregnant all along, asking when we were due, etc. (For some reason, people have found that endlessly entertaining over the past few years.) Her reaction to me was, "See? I KNEW you were pregnant. That's why I've always come up to Libby and patted her belly, saying 'Hello, little one!' Your baby already knows me!"
It was also kinda fun to get a phone call from Bahrain, quite unexpectedly, while I was at the hospital. I didn't realize that Libby had told our friends there, so I was caught a little off-guard when I got the phone call. Off-guard, but still fun.
Another quick side-story: So, my brother and his wife are expecting, too. They told my Grandmother (the best grandmother in the whole world, just to put it in context for anyone who doesn't know her) by sending her a Valentine's day card. She immediately got on the horn and called everyone she knew to spread the word. Libby and I were on that list, not because she wanted to share the news, but because she wanted to share her excitement. By that point, Libby and I already knew that we were pregnant, but it was definitely still very much on the down-low. So, I get this phone call from my grandmother who starts immediately exclaiming excitedly about how it's time to celebrate and she's so happy, etc, and all I can think is "How the heck did she find out?! Libby must be telling lots of people!" It took me a few minutes to catch on that she was talking about my future niece/nephew... fortunately, I didn't give anything away in the meantime while I was figuring that out.
The next step in revelation... changing this blog from private, where it's only my ramblings to myself, to visible to the entire world!
