Telling Mom and Dad

Let me preface all of this by saying my mother is dying for grandkids, and since my brother hasn't delivered the goods it has looked like it was going to be up to us for some time now. A few times we have told mom and dad that we needed to talk to them about something important. It seems that my mom always thinks it's going to be about having kids. Of course, it never has been until now.

The plan was to go meet Mom and Dad for dinner after the doctor visit and to show them our new house that we are moving into. As we drove across town to meet them. Lydia said something about not waiting to tell them like we had previously said, but we decided we would go ahead and tell them now. We met and the house and as we went room to room I was describing what each one was going to be used for. We we got to the office mom asked if it was going to be the nursery. I laughed and shook my head and said, "No, This is the office." We moved on and finally wound up in one of the back bedrooms. I nonchalantly said, "...And this is going to be the nursery." Mom's eyes got real big and she squeeked, "REALLY?" We nodded and mom kinda started jumping in place hugging herself. Dad was excited too, but didn't really get all goofy like mom did. We immediately forbid them to tell another living soul until we were ready for everyone to know.