A long way away

Surprisingly, I didn't cry when I told The Husband. He was really so happy I just grinned as much as he did.

When I handed him the package of baby stuff covered in Fanatic Fan images, I told him I saw a cute shirt in Wal-Mart and I just had to get it for him. He proceeds to pull out a baby onesie and holds it up against his chest for a moment. He told me later that his first thought was, "This is not going to fit me at all. What was she thinking?" A few seconds later and then it clicked.

"Oh, my God. Are you serious?" he asked, looking from me to the onesie.

"Yeah."

"But you told me it might take six months -- oh, wow!" Then he proceeded to hug me and cover me with kisses and take me out to a lovely Italian restaurant, where I almost choked to death on my ceasar salad because sometimes I forget how to chew.

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It's really hitting us how far away Christmas -- and thus, our mark for telling family and friends -- really is. A couple of times over dinner a friend's name would come up and The Husband or I would get excited about telling them about our news and then we'd remember -- we want to wait. Damn.

Even before I knew I was pregnant, I had already thought of how I'd tell the family via the if-I'm-pregnant-this-cycle-this-is-how-I'd-do-it route, and it worked out great since I would tell everyone around Christmas. A perfect excuse to hand out gifts to everyone!

The Husband tells me he will wait until I tell him it's okay to spill the beans -- it's my decision. Don't tell me that! I can think up any number of logical excuses to use Thanksgiving instead. The family will be gathered together as well -- in fact, more will be around. Besides, I guarantee you my mother-in-law will figure me out before Christmas anyway. She is good like that :-)

I am practically dying to pick up the phone and call my mother right now. It's 6:34 a.m.? So what? Eight weeks is a long, long time when you have the best secret in the world.