Keepin' Secrets is Hard.
I talked to my brother and his wife on Saturday about their trip to Belize. At least, that was the ruse they used to get the whole family on the phone. They really were calling to tell us that my brother's wife is pregnant. (Although they really did go to Belize too, and had a lovely time.) But they told us not to tell anyone until they said so. It was less than a week, but it was killing me.
On Sunday I went to visit my in-laws, and saw my little nephew and my husband's pregnant sister. And I was desperate to tell my mother-in-law the happy news. But I promised I wouldn't tell. Then all week at work, there has been a big hoo-haw because one of my co-workers is having her last day tomorrow, and is going to be off for a year on maternity leave. So she's extremely pregnant and there are baby things all over the office for her, and still I couldn't say anything.
Finally, today my brother said that they had an ultrasound and found that my sister-in-law is further along than they originally thought, so we are free to tell people. Finally. I thought I was gonna 'splode!
Not only am I allowed to tell people, but apparently they also found out that she is having twins! Hooray! I love twins! Twins are awesome.
I wish I could be in the US with them in the fall when the babies are due, but it isn't working out that way this year. I'm planning to have some eye surgery, which is taking up all my money and vacation time. I keep thinking, "It's elective surgery. Put it off and go see your brother." But then the other side of me counters with, "If you don't get this surgery now, you will soon be having children of your own and will never again have the time or money to do it. Plus, it's not like the new babies will in any way register my visit in their mushy little noggins. Better to wait until they are actual functioning humans." Which is why I'm doing the surgery, even though it seems like a selfish and horrible thing to do at the moment. Sometimes those are the things you have to do.
Alana
