Big Sister

Last night was the big reveal! Or the small big reveal. We told our parents and siblings about our new little bun in the oven! The BIG big reveal, where we tell the rest of the world will probably be around Easter. That feels so far away though.

When we were pregnant last time we told our parents very early, and we decided to do the same this time. With our first, we had both families over for dinner and gave each of our moms the same gifts they used to announced their pregnancies to their mothers. We gave Josh's mom a baby name book, and I wrapped the cross-stitch my mom had made for my grandma. Josh's mom just had knee surgery on Friday though, so we couldn't do our announcement like we did with our first pregnancy (inviting them all over). Instead I made a "Big Sister" shirt for the big sister! It turned out cuter than I could have imagined. The plan was to go to each grandparent's house separately, walk in the front door with big sister in her new shirt, and see how long it took them to make the connection. Our daughter was completely oblivious to how we were "using" her, but she loved the attention. She's going to be the best big sister.

We stopped at Josh's parent's house first. His sister opened the door, noticed the shirt almost right away, and started crying. We walked into the living room where Tammy (Josh's mom) was resting with her leg propped up. She noticed the shirt but didn't make the connection. Then it hit her and she she got really excited. Josh's dad came into the room and caught on pretty quick too. It was so fun to watch their face as they realized what was going on. There were tears, excitement, brief discussion of fear, and back to excitement.

Next we headed over to my parent's house. I knew my dad would be in the back yard (his version of a man cave) so I tried to hide the shirt from my mom until Josh called him inside. Once he was inside it actually took a few minutes for them to notice. I stood at the opening of their kitchen holding big sister, my mom turned from the sink, read her shirt, and walked toward me. She laughed and said "are you a big sister?" As she met my eyes...I wish you could have seen it. The look that came over her face as it hit her. Priceless. My dad laughed, then cried, then we all cried. Happy tears. 

This is the stuff. The stuff I want to hold onto. Tight. The happy memories. I want as many happy moments attached to this pregnancy as I can get. My fear is a lack of trust in God. He has blessed me. No matter the outcome, He has blessed me. Our family is blessed. Bring on the happy memories.

Big sister in her shirt.