Not until June, hopefully. But Emmy was running around the front hallway (before we had told our family and while we had a houseful of guests) that she was getting a brother or sister for Christmas.
Apparently, no one heard her though. Or so they said when they did know!
I wanted to come up with a unique way of telling our family since Christmas seems to be the time to always announce the news of new babies in our family.
But by the time the holiday arrived I was to tired and drained to really care how anyone found out.
Sad, isn't it?
I begged my husband to tell everyone the first night we had gotten together with my husband's family. Both of his sister's were in from out-of-town.
"Please just tell them," I pleaded.
He looked at me and said, "No. Let's wait until Christmas. It's tradition."
He wasn't the one who was walking around with the baby bump trying to keep the nausea and exhaustion from showing. I was tired of hiding it and figured they had figured it out already especially, after my sister-in-law had joked about us trying for number three after a heated discussion over whether some families have a higher likelihood of having boys or girls.
My husband is officially cut off from watching anymore Discovery Channel.
After that discussion where I stammered and blushed and figured my sister-in-law was just fishing (she really wasn't), I really felt like it was the elephant in the room. I had to wait two more days
How did we tell them?
Originally, I was going to make homemade crockpot apple butter and put in jars with labels that read Bella Baby #3's Apple Butter. I was going to put it in all of the adults' stockings.
That didn't happen though.
All the grandkids had gotten a group portrait done at the end of the summer so we had given it to my mother-in-law in a decorative calendar box and I had put my last ultrasound picture in to with a #3 on it. When she had pulled the portrait out, the picture had fluttered to the floor. My sister-in-law had picked it up and happened to glance at it, got huge eyes, and shoved it at my mother-in-law.
It turned out no one had any idea that I was pregnant.
Of course it went better than two Christmases ago when we told my family we were expecting Madison. I had signed my mother's Christmas card Bob, Joy, Emily, & Baby. Of course as she opened it the antique Windsor chair I was sitting had a leg snap off and I ended up falling back into the Christmas tree. Neither I nor the Christmas tree were hurt. The chair ended up on the sidewalk though at the request of my husband. My mom never read the card until I had to practically shove it back into her hands and make her read it out loud.
Not the smoothest way to announce our news!
My mother-in-law did get to go back to her bowling league once again after the holidays (for the fifth time) in six years and announce she was going to be a grandma again.