It was our 2nd night at Disney, a conversation on the bus ride from Epcot to our hotel, with a random bus rider – had Z telling this lady how she wished I would have a baby. So I blurted out – Z mommy is pregnant. The bus was full, her ADD kicked in and was off and running busy telling the lady about her school.
Knowing how quickly Z is too spread rumors, I knew right away I had to tell E before his sister got to him. We sat the kids down and told them we had news. “Are we in trouble?” – “No, not really.” We explained that we are totally excited to have a new baby coming into the world in several months. E wanted to know if it was a boy or girl. Z wanted to know how many and asked if I could have 8 (Jon & Kate is her favorite show BTW). By the end of the talk, the kids were settled that we would have 2 babies – 1 girl and 1 boy.
After spending 3 days at Disneyworld, walking infinite miles – craving every stupid possible concession stand junk food and consuming it – i’m happy to spend the next 24 hours laying around on the beach not thinking about anything. We are meeting my in-laws in West Palm Beach, where we’ll get to break the news. My mom-in-law has 6 kids and is always asking when we’re having more. This should make her weekend. My husband grew up Mormon. I grew up Catholic. You’d think we’d have 5 kids by now, but since being non-denominational, guess we just have 2.
