It's Friday, it's Nerd Night, there's 6-12" of snow on the way, and DrummerBoss is out of town for a few days. Things are looking up, up, UP!
So yeah, another week has gone by. We're one week closer to DrummerBaby's arrival. And again, there's very little actual baby news to report. As such, and as requested by DrummerWife, I'm going to recount the amusing manner in which DrummerMom was informed as to DrummerBaby's existence:
Shortly after DrummerWife and I learned that we were expecting, and before we decided to tell anyone, DrummerWife and I spent a few days emailing each other back and forth about whether we wanted to tell family, how we wanted to handle the housing issue, and other "HOLY CRAP WE'RE PREGNANT" topics. Well, I use Outlook Express here at DrummerPlaceofEmployment, and I had an email from both DrummerWife and DrummerMom in my inbox one afternoon. Since both of them work in the same office, and for the same company, they have very similar email addresses.
Yeah, I replied to the wrong person.
I typed out a quick email, saying something to effect of "...maybe we should look into buying a house before this kid is born," and then I hit "Send."
After a brief interlude, I got an email from DrummerMom, and the subject was exactly what I had sent to DrummerWife, prepended with a "RE:". Now, imagine my confusion, trying to figure out why my wife would have forwarded such a sensitive email to my mother of all people, when we hadn't yet decided to tell anyone. Then imagine my horror when I realized that she was replying not to an email that had been forwarded to her, but that had been SENT to her. By ME.
"Uh...was this supposed to come to me?" it read.
Oh jeez.
I quickly replied, hashing out something o n the keyboard to the effect of "Haha, whoops, I sent that to the wrong person. I'll resend to the right person now. Thanks, Mom."
I only prayed that she'd think the fact that I ignored the content of the message and didn't remark on it, would indicate that my "before this kid is born" comment was unimportant or just meant as a generic "before we start having kids" kind of way.
No luck.
A few moments later, I got another email from dear old DrummerMom. Something like "Just tell me. Do I have a grandkid on the way?"
Oh crap. With that, I grabbed my cell phone, ran out the office door, and called DrummerWife from the parking lot. "Yeah, babe, I kinda...Inadvertently...TOLD my mother about DrummerBaby. How do you want to handle this?"
Well, she confirmed my mother's suspicions. DrummerMom would be DrummerBabyGrandMom in about 35 weeks. Later that night, DrummerWife and I went over to the DrummerParent's house, and over dinner, told DrummerDad in a more traditional manner, via a "Love You, Grandpa" greeting card.
That weekend, we informed the DrummerIn-laws while they visited us from Amish Country via a "Parents-to-be" Christmas ornament we had on our Christmas tree.
At least 3 of our 4 parents got to be surprised in a cute way.
So yeah, another week has gone by. We're one week closer to DrummerBaby's arrival. And again, there's very little actual baby news to report. As such, and as requested by DrummerWife, I'm going to recount the amusing manner in which DrummerMom was informed as to DrummerBaby's existence:
Shortly after DrummerWife and I learned that we were expecting, and before we decided to tell anyone, DrummerWife and I spent a few days emailing each other back and forth about whether we wanted to tell family, how we wanted to handle the housing issue, and other "HOLY CRAP WE'RE PREGNANT" topics. Well, I use Outlook Express here at DrummerPlaceofEmployment, and I had an email from both DrummerWife and DrummerMom in my inbox one afternoon. Since both of them work in the same office, and for the same company, they have very similar email addresses.
Yeah, I replied to the wrong person.
I typed out a quick email, saying something to effect of "...maybe we should look into buying a house before this kid is born," and then I hit "Send."
After a brief interlude, I got an email from DrummerMom, and the subject was exactly what I had sent to DrummerWife, prepended with a "RE:". Now, imagine my confusion, trying to figure out why my wife would have forwarded such a sensitive email to my mother of all people, when we hadn't yet decided to tell anyone. Then imagine my horror when I realized that she was replying not to an email that had been forwarded to her, but that had been SENT to her. By ME.
"Uh...was this supposed to come to me?" it read.
Oh jeez.
I quickly replied, hashing out something o n the keyboard to the effect of "Haha, whoops, I sent that to the wrong person. I'll resend to the right person now. Thanks, Mom."
I only prayed that she'd think the fact that I ignored the content of the message and didn't remark on it, would indicate that my "before this kid is born" comment was unimportant or just meant as a generic "before we start having kids" kind of way.
No luck.
A few moments later, I got another email from dear old DrummerMom. Something like "Just tell me. Do I have a grandkid on the way?"
Oh crap. With that, I grabbed my cell phone, ran out the office door, and called DrummerWife from the parking lot. "Yeah, babe, I kinda...Inadvertently...TOLD my mother about DrummerBaby. How do you want to handle this?"
Well, she confirmed my mother's suspicions. DrummerMom would be DrummerBabyGrandMom in about 35 weeks. Later that night, DrummerWife and I went over to the DrummerParent's house, and over dinner, told DrummerDad in a more traditional manner, via a "Love You, Grandpa" greeting card.
That weekend, we informed the DrummerIn-laws while they visited us from Amish Country via a "Parents-to-be" Christmas ornament we had on our Christmas tree.
At least 3 of our 4 parents got to be surprised in a cute way.
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