Today we told Mike's parents that we're pregnant. As we were driving out there, I told Mike that I wanted him to tell them. I had asked him if there was a specific way he wanted to do it, but of course there wasn't. Now, I need to start this story with another story. About a month ago, they had a house party out at his parents' house. There were about 20 people there, and we were all in the kitchen and living room. Both his parents were pretty drunk, and decided to stop the entire party, music and everything, to lecture me, Mike, and their other two kids about having kids and how they'll be the only people to ever have to adopt grandkids. So, back to the present. We got there under the impression that we were just coming out for dinner. Mike's mom, Tammy, was starting to get everything out. We were standing in the kitchen, and I kept giving Mike the 'just tell them already' eyes. He finally got the hint, and said, "So you guys remember that house party we had? And that conversation you guys had with everyone?' His parents said yes, and Mike pointed at me. His mom looked at me wide eyed and asked if I was pregnant, and I said yes. She never stopped squeeling the entire night. They were both very excited. Later in the night, his mom admitted that she didn't remember stopping the party to talk about grandkids. Ah, the power of alcohol.
