Ok readers. Here it is. The confession:
We have not told Rob's parents yet. Nothing. Zip, zlich, zero, nada. I am now 17 weeks pregnant and they have no idea. They had no idea we were trying, no idea we had trouble, not idea that all it took was me, a vial of Rob's sperm, some stirrups, a doctor and a nurse in a sterile doctor's office room in order to get knocked up. They know nothing.
Why? WHY? You ask?
Well, this may just go down as THE WORST IDEA EVER from my husband.
Before we got pregnant we had scheduled our annual trek out to Connecticut for 10 days in August. Then it actually happened, we amazingly got pregnant! So within that first week of new pregnant-ness I asked Rob, "So how/when do you want to tell your parents?" Imagine my shock when he thought it was just about the BEST.IDEA.EVER to wait until we go out there to tell them in person...when I would be, oh, only a mere 22 weeks along. I tried to talk him out of it, I swear I did, I begged, I pleaded, I resorted to violence and punched him repeatedly in the arm, all to no avail. He is the most easy-going guy ever, except for when he has set his mind on something, and then that is IT. Stubborn as an ass. He wants to tell them in person and not over the phone and nothing will change that.
Picture this: The In-laws waiting for us at the gate at JFK. Plane lands. Rob walks out first, me hiding behind him in absolute panic.
In-laws: "Oh, Rob, Bev you're here! It is so wonderful to see you!!!":: they finally get a glimpse of me:: "What the... are you?? WHAT THE HELL?!?! " ...Chaos ensues.
I keep rationalizing it to myself that brother-in-law just recently returned from 2 years in Iraq, sister-in-law just had her third baby last week so they've had plenty of excitement this summer. This is what I keep saying to myself to justify this crazy, insane idea. Please note, I don't speak to in-laws often and I would never go behind Rob's back to tell them, as several people have suggested. So he gets his way, his family, his decision.
So that is it. That is my juicy confession. Juicy enough for you? Don't blame me, dear readers, I tried and tried to talk him out of it. I am simply along for the ride. I am totally wearing a shirt that says, "This was HIS idea" with an arrow pointing to Rob. Although I hope they would know I mean the surprise and NOT the baby! I might have to re-think that wording. Do you think that "Your son is crazy and refused to let me tell you until we walked off of this plane" would be too long for a T-shirt? Probably.
They will be thrilled...when the inital shock wears off. And honestly, you have to know my in-laws. They won't be angry, really they won't, I know them. They will just be completely shocked beyond belief at first, I mean look at how big I am now (just wait until I upload my latest pics)! They are a different breed of people, I can't quite explain it, but just trust me on this one.
...And, you have to admit, what in the world will ever top this surprise???
“They can call me crazy if I fail, all the chance that I need, is one-in-a-million and they can call me brilliant if I succeed.”