“You’re going to be a grandma….Hello? Hello?”

After the appointment last night, we went to grandma’s to help her change grandpa’s doctor. We walked in and grandma immediately put her hand on my stomach. Why? No clue. She’s a very “in tune” woman and can generally guess surprises well before we even come near telling her.
“We have big news.”
“What?” She took her hand off my stomach.
“Put your hand back. Guess.” It took her a minute to figure it out, but when she did, she began screaming and dancing in the hallway. I can always count on grandma for a good reaction.

I then called mom. She gave the exact response I was expecting. Pure, unbridled annoyance and pissed-offedness. She kept saying she already knew and I should’ve told her earlier. She then said, “Well, you told me you had all this under control,” meaning birth control. I said it was an accident, and they happen. In fact, she got pregnant with me while on birth control. She kept repeating I should’ve told her sooner. I finally had to say, “Why? So you could’ve told me to have an abortion?” She stuttered and, in her sweet, fake surprise voice, she says, “Why would I do thaaaaaaaat?” She then said, “Well, I guess congratulations.” I told her not to say it if she didn’t mean it, I knew she was pissed. Of course, she’s not pissed, “I’m just shocked.” Wait, I thought you already knew? What are you shocked about. Meh. We end with, “Well, you’d better tell your father because I’m not going to be the one to tell him.”

I call my dad, scared to death that he’s going to rip me a new one. His response? “I already knew that! Congratulations! It’s about time we had a new baby in the house!” He was completely happy for us. I nearly cried, “This is a good thing, right?” “Hell yes! Shit, Jess, you’re 25. It’s not like you’re 16.” I was entirely happy.

I called mom back, to let her know I’d told dad and to get some information about getting grandpa a new doctor. I told her dads reaction and, instead of feigning even a small amount of joy, she hangs up on me. At least she never fails to not live up to my expectations.

She’s stopped being angry, but she refuses to talk about the baby. Dad can’t stop. He wants to know what we’re hoping for, what we’re naming it, and when I’m taking all my stuffed animals out of this house and to the new one, “because babies should have stuffed animals.” I’m glad most my family are happy for me, and it feels so much better to have that off our plates.

Eric called his parents when we got home. His mom’s reaction, “Oh…that’s…great. I guess…if that’s what you guys want.” His dad? His dad was completely excited, and congratulated us immediately. I’m glad we both have at least one parent happy for us.

Now everyone knows….I guess I’m actually pregnant, aren’t I?

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