One set of parents told!

We went to visit my family in Ottawa over the weekend. We had discussed this in advance and thought since we probably wouldn't be down again over the summer we would tell my dad and his wife about being pregnant. It's was funny how difficult it was to bring up the subject. It just never seemed like the right moment. When we arrived on the friday we were greeted with a story about how my dad's wife had just had a terrible day with one of her sons. I don't know the whole story, but her son's girlfriend called to say she had big news. Everyone was apparently terrified that she was calling to say she was pregnant. (they are way too young). So, that didn't seem like the right moment for us to make our big announcement.

Saturday we got up and washed the cars out front. We always do this when we go to my dad's house. I was pretty tired and a bit worried because we were supposed to play tennis in the afternoon. Since becoming pregnant my energy level has decreased substantially.

Over lunch S kept looking at me telling me with her eyes to just say it. Well, I couldn't find a good way. When lunch was done S walks over to my dad's wife and casually mentions in french that she hopes the 5th person at the table enjoyed the lunch. She got a strange look in response and then S glances over at me and smiles. My dad's wife got it pretty quickly, but my dad was left in the dark. I then piped in with a big "We're going to have a baby. I'm pregnant!". No mincing words with me. I will never forget the look on my dad's face. He was stunned, no maybe shocked is a better word. I guess he had never thought that I would have children. I think the first words out of his mouth were something like "can you still play tennis this afternoon?". It was classic.

After the initial shock wore off we had a good time with it. I was really surprised how excited everyone was. We did go and play tennis that afternoon, but I took it easy. I was really happy to find out that I can still play pretty well considering I only play once or twice a year.

Over dinner all anyone could talk about was the pregnancy. My dad started asking random questions about whether I was taking folic acid etc., so that's when I knew everything was okay. After dinner was over my dad came running up from the basement with a small cradle that I used to use. The family then spent the next half an hour trying to squeeze it into our new car - much to the dismay of S and myself. It didn't end up fitting, but we all had a good laugh when we turned around and found my father sitting in it in the driveway. We managed to get a couple of pictures of such an out of character thing for him to be doing.

On Sunday we packed up the car and headed home. I think both S and myself realized that this is why people don't tell their families or friends until they are past the 12 week safety mark. Everyone is so excited that it would be devastating if something were to happen.

Quite an eventful weekend.

C