So, after standing around for several minutes hugging and going "What do we do now?" we decided we needed a plan. We knew this wasn't like being married; this wasn't a secret we could keep. Previous to actually being pregnant, Tony had made an offhand comment about when I got pregnant, we'd buy and eat brie and french bread. That seemed as good a place to start as any. We headed off to the grocery store, with a stop first at the used bookstore, to pick us up a small stack of baby books, and then to get our cheese and bread, and some cookie dough. All the while, we're calling our family, trying to get them to come over so we can tell them in person.

Tony called his mom, under the guise of us having a get together for our friends newly home from the military BucRogers and Chris. She said she wasn't feeling well. He asked if there was anyway she could come out. Her next words-"Is Tiffany pregnant?!!?" Tony-"Um, hooooollldd on..." He covered the mouth piece and started whisper yelling at me "She guessed! She guessed! What do I say?!" By the time he got back on the phone, she was already shrieking with joy.

I called my mom, and told her to come over, I was making cookies. She said she'd be over in an hour or so. I suggested strongly she should come over now. "Why, what's going on?" "Nothing, just come over." "No, Tiffany tell me." "I love you, see you soon, bye!" No way was I going to tell her over the phone.

My mom beat us to our own house by a few minutes, and got all teary when I told her. "I knew it! I kept telling myself not to get your hopes up, but I knew it!"

My sister was, by far, the easiest to convince to come over, as we were on her list of errands on Saturday. I wish I had a camera, especially for her reaction. She screamed for several seconds, and then burst into happy tears, and then hugged everyone within reach. It was quite awesome. And then she proceeded to tell everyone she knew that I would allow.

My sister then...

So, after standing around for several minutes hugging and going "What do we do now?" we decided we needed a plan. We knew this wasn't like being married; this wasn't a secret we could keep. Previous to actually being pregnant, Tony had made an offhand comment about when I got pregnant, we'd buy and eat brie and french bread. That seemed as good a place to start as any. We headed off to the grocery store, with a stop first at the used bookstore, to pick us up a small stack of baby books, and then to get our cheese and bread, and some cookie dough. All the while, we're calling our family, trying to get them to come over so we can tell them in person.

Tony called his mom, under the guise of us having a get together for our friends newly home from the military BucRogers and Chris. She said she wasn't feeling well. He asked if there was anyway she could come out. Her next words-"Is Tiffany pregnant?!!?" Tony-"Um, hooooollldd on..." He covered the mouth piece and started whisper yelling at me "She guessed! She guessed! What do I say?!" By the time he got back on the phone, she was already shrieking with joy.

I called my mom, and told her to come over, I was making cookies. She said she'd be over in an hour or so. I suggested strongly she should come over now. "Why, what's going on?" "Nothing, just come over." "No, Tiffany tell me." "I love you, see you soon, bye!" No way was I going to tell her over the phone.

My mom beat us to our own house by a few minutes, and got all teary when I told her. "I knew it! I kept telling myself not to get your hopes up, but I knew it!"

My sister was, by far, the easiest to convince to come over, as we were on her list of errands on Saturday. I wish I had a camera, especially for her reaction. She screamed for several seconds, and then burst into happy tears, and then hugged everyone within reach. It was quite awesome. And then she proceeded to tell everyone she knew that I would allow.

My sister then called and woke my brother up, and told him he needed to come pick up my mom, because her car died. He moaned and groaned and got his lazy ass over here. He was going to stay in the car, but I lured him out with cookie dough. As he walked into the house, I told him, "Amber lied to you, Mommy's car is fine." Before he could finish saying "What the fuck?", I added, "But I am pregnant." And his eyes and smile got big, and he said "Nuh-uh!" And there were more hugs.

After much convincing, Tony's dad, and his dad's best friend came by, but unfortunately, didn't bring his step-mom, so we didn't get to tell her in person. Tony's dad was thrilled, and told us a few times what great parents we will be. We know. Now Jerry gets to join the elite Fat Grandpas.

And that was just the first hour. We were thrilled to be able to share our news with lots of our close family and friends, and you'll have to excuse me if I don't describe anymore in detail, or we'd be here all day (except to say that I think Aunt Pam was rather disappointed I didn't bake cookies), and I've rambled on enough. Almost.

All the internet sources estimate my due date at May 1, so looks like we'll be planning on a late spring baby. I'm thrilled not to be all huge and miserable during this kind of heat next year. Our first dr. visit is a group prenatal class on Sept. 19, so hopefully shortly after that we'll get some more concrete news.

No morning sickness yet, hooray. Just the ridiculously sore boobies, fatigue and occasional homocidal mood swings That's your only warning.