The night we got back from California we headed over to my parents’ house to pick up my house key, which they had been using to feed our fish while we were gone.
My mom, for no known reason, decided to bake a sheet cake that afternoon and so had it sitting on the stove, all frosted, waiting for people to eat it.
When we arrived we gave the customary overview of the trip’s events. Then my mom asked if we’d like any cake. To which I responded “Sure, we can celebrate with cake!”
So my mom asked “What are we celebrating?”
To which I answered “I’m three month’s pregnant!”
There was some stunned silence. I think my dad asked “really?”. After we assured them that we really weren’t kidding there was lots of hugging and jumping and excitement.
My mom is already planning “Granny Summer Camp” for when all of her grandkids are old enough to sleep away from mom and dad. Did I mention she’s excited?
It’s fun getting to be excited all over again. Matt and I were super excited two months ago when we found out, so its nice being able to live that excitement again with our families.