Baby Makin' 2: Keeping It Secret

I always thought it would take more effort to make a child, especially from the stories we've heard about couples who've struggled. We got lucky, pardon the pun, during our first round of baby makin'. So yeah, I was happy, but it was also a bit shocking. Like everything involving a pregnancy, it was both surreal and real, all at the same time.

Soon to be grandmas lose their minds at the news. Keeping that news secret is very difficult for them, but they did a pretty good job holding back...I think. Kelly and I decided, mostly because I'm paranoid about the baby's health, that we would wait until the first doctor's appointment before we made any sort of public announcement about the pregnancy. It was even difficult for me, not because I was dying to tell someone, but because I'm a guy and guys aren't very good at this sort of thing.

Around week 6, I had a Thanksgiving gig with a number of old friends on the bill. The show was an hour away from our house, starting at 4pm and ending at 2am, so Kelly decided to stay home because she was feeling a little morning sickness (pregnancy is the best excuse ever for husbands too, by the way). My friend's wife was pregnant too, but wasn't feeling that sick, so she troopered up and decided to hangout for the entire 10 hour show. She was showing off the 9 week sonogram picture, which displayed a perfect image - head, nose, arms, legs were all visable - it looked like a baby. While looking at this picture, I almost slipped.


"So you must have had your first appointment if you're 9 weeks, huh? So how do you feel?"

"Good...wait, how do you know when the first appointment is supposed to be?"

"Uh, I just know these things."

"Is Kelly pregnant?"

"Oh, no, no. I just know."


I'm a terrible liar. After a couple of drinks and an okay from my wife via text message, I told two of my long time friends (guys I've known since elementary school). After that night the discussion at home became "who do we tell and who do we wait to tell?" Enough people knew at that point and we kept it quiet until that first appointment. I just wanted to hear a doctor say that everything looked okay before we told the world.

When the news became official, my dad told me that Mom couldn't contain herself and had to tell her brothers and sisters. Like I said, soon to be grandmas lose their minds with the news. And there must be a new trend concerning grandparent names. Growing up I had a Grandma G and a Grandma P. Now, there seems to be a negative connotation attached to the word, "grand". So my parents and in-laws came up with their own knicknames so as not to seem old, apparently. Poppa, Lola, Pappy, Tutu, and Pop...actually, much better than Grandma and Grandpa.

Coming soon...My first trip to the OBGYN!