Originally, I didn't want anyone else to know about you until I made it to second trimester. I had read so many stories on the internet of new parents who had gotten that positive test, only to find out it was a blighted ovum or a chemical pregnancy, and I was afraid that this would be us. You came to us so easily that I was terrified you would be taken away so easily as well.
I'm terrible at keeping secrets, though, so I hope I never have to plan a surprise party for you. Two days after we found out, I was complaining to my best friend, Jeff, over Facebook about how dizzy, sore, and tired I was. (It's amazing how quickly pregnancy symptoms start showing up after your first positive test.) He jokingly said that I must be pregnant. Now, I realize that I should have just let that go since I hadn't told my parents yet, but I couldn't. I talked to Jeff all the time, and I knew I would end up telling him eventually, so I told him that he was a good guesser and then promptly warned him not to tell anyone.
Because I told someone - or as I prefer to say it, congratulated someone on their powers of deduction - your daddy wanted to tell someone, so Brad was the next person to find out.
Your grandparents found out on the 25th, two days after we saw the little jellybean that was you on the ultrasound. I wanted to be cute and tell both sets of grandparents at the same time, but when your dad and I called, my parents weren't home but his mom was, so Nana and Papa found out first. A few hours later your Poppy and Gigi finally came home and I told them. For some reason, I was worried that they would be angry that we had chosen this time in our lives to get pregnant (your dad was in his second semester of grad school and I had been unsuccessful in finding a steady job.) I shouldn't have worried. They were so excited that there would be a baby that Christmas.
We were so excited after telling your grandparents about you that later that evening we told many more people. Your dad and I have a group of nerdy friends that we talk to regularly, so they found out next. I called Aunt Christy that night and told her too. She was so fun to tell because she actually yelled out in excitement.
The next day we got a call from Nana, who told us that she passed on her good news to Aunt Amanda and that we should expect a call from her sometime that day. We assumed she wanted to call and congratulate us herself, so we were very surprised to learn that she was also expecting a baby! What had us truly gobsmacked was that your cousin's due date was October 19th ... just three days before yours.
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