Verbal vomit- April 13, 2010

We went to the doctor today to get the latest. We heard the heartbeat and got the go-ahead and tell the world why I’m broken out and cranky. We decided this would be our “weekend-of-telling-everyone.”

The weekend got started on Tuesday. We didn’t mean for it to begin. But, I suffer from a chronic condition called Diarrhea of the Mouth and I had a flare up. In my defense, it’s a really cool story.

Okay, we have the world’s greatest neighbors. Four couples who make up our awesome group of dog-loving friends. We play trivia every Tuesday night. Our team name is Cowbell. (If you understand why that’s funny, you get our humor.)

Erin and Mike are the fitness couple. Active, cute, sweet, kinda quiet, and die-hard NCSU fans. They are the purity in our group of foul-mouthed cynics. At the end of the night we were all standing around the table. Erin said sweet and soft, “So, we’re going to have a baby. I’m 13 weeks.”

It came up instantly like an eruption from gut to mouth, “Me too! 12 weeks!” Everyone stared from Erin to me with open mouths before the screams and hugs. Erin and Mike are due 9 days before us. The funny thing is, Greyson totally called it! He knew Erin was pregnant too.

So we have fun new partners in this little journey. Congrats Erin and Mike! Here’s to “more Cowbell.”