Spreading the news

So we began telling our families the news on Christmas Day. I had ordered a bunch of ornaments from orientaltrading.com, and Greg glued them together, and I wrote on them "Grandma," "Uncle Jon," etc. We hoped that when our families opened them, they would get that we were trying to tell them something.

First was my dad, Julie, and Olivia. My dad opened his, looked at it, said, "What's this? Wait--is this for real?!" We said "yes," he made a touchdown sign, and in a high-pitched voice said, "I'm going to be a granddad!" They were all thrilled.

Next was Greg's family. We had to give them their gifts before dinner, as my first bout of "morning" sickness (really, "any time of day" sickness) set in that afternoon, and the smells of dinner were making me green. So they all stood around the kitchen opening their gifts, and none of them got it. They are, after all, aunts, uncles, and grandpas already. :o) Jody, Greg's sister-in-law, stood at the other end of the kitchen smiling at us, and yelled, "Congratulations guys!" and THEN it occurred to everyone else why we gave them those ornaments. :o) A dinner full of advice followed, and I feel much better about my desire to only eat fatty foods. :o)

My mom, Al, and Jon were last--except for our relatives far away that we need to send the ornaments to. My brother caught on first, and my mom and stepdad couldn't be happier. They just want to hug us all the time. :o)

And so the beans have been spilled, and I get more tired, more blah. I am very much looking forward to the doctor's appointment, as well as the end of this trimester (5 more weeks!). I would like some energy back. :o)