One down...two more to go.

So last night about 9:30 I became brave and decided to head to my dad's to just get it over and done with. They had been on vacation for the past 10 days so I thought I might as well just do it.

We started with small talk about their trip and then about work and then they asked why I was out so late. To which I replied "well there is a reason I am here, but I don't want to say what it is." To which my step-mother replied "How many months? and can I get a cigarette?" I mention a drink for dad might be needed, as well.

It wasn't at all how I thought it would go. I wasn't called an idiot, and I didn't get grounded. lol Which was a joke at some point in time. They asked me a bunch of questions. And kept telling me I had to take care of myself and be more excited about it. Since I was having a baby and it was exciting.

I think that is the hardest thing to make people understand. It's not like it was planned. And while I know it's happening, it's sometimes hard to jump up and down with excitement. I think the Dr. might frown upon umping up and down anyway.

Still waiting to talk to the dad about when exactly he is wanting to tell his parents, so I can tell my mom before. And if I don't hear from him, I'm just going to tell my mom and hope she won't tell his mother until we tell her.