March 25th m’lady and I will welcome our first child into the world. We found out the gender on the fifth of this month. What makes this event just a little extra special is that this is the first grand and great grandchild on my side of the family. While everyone knew that we knew the gender we decided to hold off the answer until Thanksgiving; we figured the anticipation would make the answer that much sweeter.
So, yesterday came and everyone gathered up at my Dad and Mom’s house, as tradition has always dictated. We walked in and after our round of hellos and hugs we were bombarded with: “Ok, what is it?”. We expected this and calmly told everyone that we will tell everyone when we sat down for dinner. For the next few hours we were repeatedly poked and prodded in hopes that one of us would slip the answer out, we stood our ground.
Out of nowhere it was discovered that my Grandma Mary didn’t have angry birds on her Vibrant. Ok, yeah, it’s all the rage so let’s get it downloaded. It was about twenty minutes of nothing but “I can’t believe she doesn’t have it!”. Slowly everyone started pulling out their Androids and launching Angry Birds and the room fell silent, save for some tinkering in the kitchen.
We all sat down, passed the food around; of course the conversation drifted to Angry Birds tips, and where everyone was at in the game. Dina (m’lady) and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes. We quietly ate, hoping that eventually someone would ask the question. Ten minutes passed, “Oh, boy or girl?” mumbled one member of my now disowned family.
This is the story I get to tell my child. The discovery of your gender was put on hold so the family could solve the mystery of level 3-6.
March 25th is the day I get to hold my son, Jaxon Lloyd Miller, in my arms. Hopefully one or two members of my family will pull themselves away long enough to come to the hospital. I have low expectations.