Telling Our Families ...

Before I tell you how we told our parents, I'm going to start this Friday with a little Favorite Fridays.

And THIS week's favorite Friday topic IS ...

Favorite TV Competition Show:

Me and the TV have been good, well maybe even best, friends lately as I go home and don't move until I can pry my tired naseous ever-growing pregnant rear from the couch and take it upstairs to bed I have not been feeling so hot these first few weeks of pregnancy.  This year (although I'm KINDA embarassed to admit the first one) it's been the following two shows ...

Yes, the one show I ALWAYS vowed I'd never watch.  I have no idea why I was so against it, I guess I just couldn't see the appeal of watching people rumba, tango and cha-cha week after week, until I saw the stars line-up this year.  And then I had to watch.  One thing this show did do was confirm my suspicion that Jake the Bachelor was in fact, a HUGEMONGOUS douche (am I allowed to say douche now that I'm going to be a mom?  cause I just did ...) and also that I hate Kate-not-great even MORE than I did when she just annoyed me from the being in Us Weekly, well, weekly.  I'm going to go ahead and throw out that I LOVE Niecey and am pulling for her and her tiny little partner who I'm not sure HOW he doesn't come off his feet and TIP over when he picks her up.  Like she says, she's a thick girl (one of the reasons I love her) and he's a TEEN-NINE-SY little man!!!  And seriously, someone kick Nicole Zesheneywanasamazinger OFF.  It's so not fair.  Her JOB is to sexy dance, and to do it WELL.  Of COURSE she keeps winning everything.  Duh.  Anyways, moving right along, next ...

Yes, I know Paula's no longer there.  I'm just being nostalgic.  Because I CAN'T.STAND.KARA.  Like I literally fast forward (thank you DVR) through her comments because it will inevitably be "Waaaaa, I just didn't feel like you CONNECTED with the song, waaaa, I mean I know we asked you to sing an Elvis song and you're an 18 year old girl, but I just didn't feel like you CONNECTED with it, waaaaaa."  UGH.  BRING BACK PAULA IN ALL HER DRUNKEN STUPOR.  At least she was FUN most of the time and didn't think her you-know-what don't stink.  Kara, you are your biggest fan, no one thinks you're as cool as you think you are.  And seriously, if Simon leaves next season, I MAY be done with this show.  I have loved it for seasons, and it PAINS me to say that, but it just.may.happen.

And that's my Favorite Friday folks.  Click the button above to take you to Jen's little blogster and play along!!!

Alright SO, here we go.  How we told our parents/families.  After I told the Mister the best news EVER I, naturally, couldn't WAIT to tell my bestest friend in the whole world (my momma) who I KNEW would be so thrilled.  And of course the rest of our family, but I talk to my mom on a (bi sometimes tri) daily basis and it was KILLING me to have to skip over this little bit of GIANT news!  Well, unfortunately she'd been out of town with my step-dad and the twins and had just gotten back into town and now had HER in-laws staying with her.  My mom has the busiest schedule of anyone I know.  That's what happens when you have 10 year olds, of the opposite sex that play every sport under the sun and each have places to be Monday through Sunday.  So, in preparation, the day after I told the Mister I went and bought the following shirt ...

And our plan was to show up at my mom's house wearing the shirt and tell everyone (mom, Rich, twins, etc.) at once.  Well I couldn't get my mom to stay still for more than 5 minutes, so finally I decided I was going to go to her.  I told her that I was meeting her at my Mama's house where she was watching American Idol (apparently this is a family addiction) while waiting for my sister to finish soccer practice.  I didn't, however, tell her that I was bringing the Mister with me.  So we showed up and she answered the door and was surprised to see us both but I just said he'd gotten off work early and wanted to hang out with us.  So, as I walk into the house I open my sweatshirt, in a non-flasher way, and say "Mom, I wanted to show you my new shirt" and of COURSE she can't find her glasses so I stand there with my sweatshirt open for what FELT like an eternity until she finally found them and got it.  And then, as her face scrunched up about to cry, she said "NO!  REALLY?  NO!  AHHHH" and then she lost it.  I'm not sure the rest was actual english.  Just a lot of crying.  And then we went in and did the same to my Mama who was just as cute and sobby (not a word I don't think?).  We didn't think we had time, but afterwords the Mister and I decided this was so much fun that we were going to tell EVERYONE that night.  So we spent the rest of the night driving to my dad's house, my brother and Silly's and lastly, my MIL and FIL's house flashing them all in a similar fashion.  By the time we got to the Mister's parent's house it was 10:30 pm and they were both half asleep.  I think we took them a BIT by surprise.  It was a REALLY fun night, one I will never forget.

Happy weekend loves!!!  See you in a couple of days!!!