After the kids caught me losing my oreo cookie ice cream sandwich in the toilet yesterday, we decided it was time to let the good news out. Alex figured it out last week when he spotted me wearing my blue Sea-bands. He blurted out, "Are you pregnant?" Guess he remembered from last time when I wore the bands--desperate for anything to help with the nastiness.
So this is the earliest we have ever shared the expected news but if the kids know there is no sense trying to keep it down low. I'm just eight weeks prego -- the end of June will make us a pack of "sixlets!"