Telling Ma

We're celebrating my mom's 67th b-day today. Sista has graciously offered to throw a bbq in her honour. Before heading out there I decide that another pee-on-a-stick test is in order. All of a sudden my breasts aren't as tender as they were yesterday. something must be wrong. I can't tell mom that we're expecting when maybe we're not expecting anymore. yes, i make a lot of sense. i am completely rational. ya right. in seconds the stick tells me - postitive. was there any doubt?

We head out to the west end. I am exhausted. I try to nap on the train. Before the bbq gets underway we get mom to open some presents. I've knit her a cozy vest. She loves it. I tell her that we have one more present for her and she gets all exited, like a little kid. Almost like she knows what's coming. We tell them, mom, abuela, the kids. My mom and gran start thanking God and hugging us and just freaking out in general. Kassidy can't believe it. She has a million 12-year old questions. And I have a lot of time to answer them all!