On Christmas morning, before the boys were awake, my husband and I stood by the kitchen sink chatting. And then he said it. You know what would be the best Christmas gift? If you told me we were having a baby. As it turned out, I had snuck upstairs a bit earlier that morning to take a pregnancy test. Highly suspicious of two pink lines, I had packaged up a brown-papered gift the night before that said-- to Steve (open me last). And on the inside was a small card that read-- BABY, in calligraphy, and underneath in small capital letters, "we're having one!"
And so, it seems that I should properly tell you, we are indeed having a baby! Little One is due at the end of August and we are extremely happy, thankful, and, well, I'll just say it, a bit nervous about being outnumbered! We told the boys last week, after arriving home with loads of ultrasound pictures. Graeme was especially sweet about the news of the baby and studied the pictures for a while. Jobie loves all babies but doesn't seem to quite understand that mama has one growing inside of her.
(not even joking)