So, I know two people who are pregnant, two people who are trying, and many, many people with bebes under the age of 2. So… it’s officially an epidemic. My husband and I are in discussions, and though we’ve both agreed that we want one, he’s pretty panic-a-licious about the whole thing. Not that I’m not, but I hide it better.

So, the other night as we were discussing it (with “Another one bites the dust” playing in my head), he had enough of a panic attack that I declared that whenever I found out we had, ahem, mission accomplished (after we became a trying couple, of course; as at the moment we’re not), I was going to post it to my blog before telling him or anybody else (practice run for telling people in person), then, after telling my mom, I’d get my sister, Kat, and Ginger (and whoever else was interested in helping) together to confront him in a Daddy-to-Be Intervention, and that’s how he’d find out, that way he had a loving support group to help him deal with the trauma. Oddly enough, he didn’t like my humor.

Who do you think should be the first to know when a gal gets knocked up by her husband? I’m kinda leaning towards blog…