It was our 2nd night at Disney, I was having a conversation on the bus ride from Epcot to our hotel, with a random bus rider. The bus was full and as I was standing up next to my sweet daughter, she informed me that I looked pregnant. So I blurted out – “Z, mommy is pregnant.”
Knowing how quickly Z is too spread rumors, I knew right away I had to tell E before his sister got to him. After departing the bus, we headed to our hotel room. There in our pirate ship beds, we sat the kids down:
“Are we in trouble?” – “No, not really.”
“We’re having a baby!”
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 Disney World, 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 and continuing my emotional state in the sand.
We met my in-laws in West Palm Beach, where we got to break the news. My mom-in-law has 6 kids and is always asking when we’re having more. This made 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.