I made a call list. It had the names and phone numbers of the crucial players in our life. It was written strategically in a specific order. All he had to do was go down the list and make 4 phone calls. The rest would play itself out as word of the baby's arrival pumped through the veins of the bloodlines of our family tree. My biggest fear was that somebody important to me would find out via facebook that we had had the baby.
Well, that's exactly what happened. Even as I type this entry, nearly a year later, I grimace. I can only do so much. I don't fault anyone, because I know that the Mister just got soooooo excited that he started making the phone calls. Correction: he didn't make THE phone calls. He started making phone calls to whoever he could think of that he wanted to share the news with. I can't be sure if his buddy from highschool knew before my parents did. Luckily for me, being in surgery absolves you of any and all responsibility in this issue.
I don't blame the Facebook status updater. Everybody was excited. It was a good lesson for me that although you want things to go as planned, sometimes it just doesn't turn out that way. I have a sneaking hunch that this sentiment will be echoed more than a few times during the journey of parenthood.
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