It's finally happening. Our daughter and son-in-law are expecting a new arrival on February 22.
We got the news via a card on Father's Day. But along with the card came a stern request.
"Don't tell ANYBODY until we say it's okay."
Do you know how hard it is not to say anything to anyone when you're bursting to talk? I did a pretty good job keeping my lip buttoned for a few weeks. Then I caved and told two of my gal pals. Of course they were given the same admonition..."Don't tell anyone!" Both of them were far more reliable than me and didn't say a word.
Once we finally were allowed to spill the beans, we did. Yet we were asked not to put anything on social media. Last Thursday, Daughter and SIL made the official announcement on Facebook and now I'm free to blab as much as I want.
To say I'm excited is an understatement. I've looked at baby ultrasounds, helped with the registry at Babies 'R Us, and stared at the most darling outfits I've ever seen. What a wonderful time to be retired! I'll get to help out baby and new mom as much as they need.
There's only one teeny, tiny issue. The baby's gender will remain a mystery to all (except the ultrasound technician) until he/she is born. Yep, the "reveal" will be when Baby arrives. If I only had that technician's phone number. Along with the means to successfully bribe her.
Only slightly more than 4 months to wait until we meet our new grand-baby. Will our little darling be a she or a he? We'll find out in February!
