It's official. . .

So it's official. Today we went to the OB-GYN, had them check my wife's pee and they said "yep, you're having a baby." Then they loaded us down with a bunch of free stuff from some large pharmaceutical companies and baby formula conglomerates and sent us on our way. It's OK information, nothing too fancy. . . nothing you can't find on the web. A little magalog showing what the baby looks like at each month; followed by some very graphic pictures of a woman in what seems to be incredible pain and exposing her naughty bits for the world to see. At least it's on a nice paper stock.

After the doctor we decided to tell the parents. The ride there we were more nervous than the ride to the doctor. We kept saying it was like we were in trouble and going to admit what we did. We had made the decision to tell the parents and wait 'till the end of the first trimester (when you're out of the "danger zone") to tell everybody else. The reactions were. . . not what I expected. My wife's parents who are not very emotional people (and definitely not huggy people) were all excited and . . . well huggy. My parents who are very emotional people and are huggy, were excited, but not as excited. We wrote this off as her parents are now expecting their first grandchildren where mine already have 3.

I'm not saying either reaction was bad, or that either set of parents is more or less excited than the other. But it wasn't what I expected.

The relief of having someone else know is amazing. I can't imagine going for 12 weeks without telling someone. Most of the time I just want to shout it from the rooftops, but for now only the parent and grand parents know.