At last, we have an announcement to make. There is going to be a little baby Miller born into the world, brought to you by Andy and Brittnee Miller. You can just call us mom and pops, cause that's what we'll be! You can expect this great even to take place around May 20th, 2010. Now, we know that this little guy is only 6 weeks old right now, and he's only as big as my pinky nail as of now. We are hoping and praying that everything goes according to plan, and that we will be welcoming a healthy, happy baby into the world before we know it.
Andy and I found out we were expecting just 3 weeks ago. It was the Friday of Labor day weekend, and we were about to head across the mountains to go visit Andy's family. Although I hadn't, um, missed anything yet, I decided to go ahead and take a test. Maybe it was a hunch, or maybe I'm just freaking crazy. I think it's a little of both. Let me tell you, I was in utter shock when after 3 minutes of standing there staring, that test said the infamous word: "pregnant". WHA??? Seriously? This is crazy, it's got to be a mistake! It's too good to be true! LOL. So, I went on to test for the next 4 days in a row, each time getting the result: "pregnant". YAY!
Meanwhile, Andy's family is growing more and more suspicious, since I'm not having a drop of alcohol. Hmmm....."You can't be a Miller and not drink" they tell me. Um, yeah, "I'll have one in a little bit", I say. WELL, let me tell you, they are not stupid. After turning down about the 10th beer, they got on our case. BIG TIME. They were like piranhas. They attacked until we said "FINE! It's true! We are! Happy now?!" LOL. It was an eventful night, to say the least! And yes, they were happy. Very, very happy. Now as for my mom, she was of course very happy, but basically "already knew". She's crazy like that. She is now obsessed and is basically telling everybody she knows. "OOPS! It just slipped!" she says. Sure mom, sure. Her husband Keith, or as we call him "daddy-o", is also ecstatic, and can't wait to become a grandpa at the ripe ol' age of 40!
So this is why I'm telling you this today. If I don't tell now, my mom will. Not because of anything other than...she's crazy. She is a slowly leaking time bomb. And she's really, really, REALLY excited. I don't blame her. I just though I should take on the responsibility of spreading some of the news myself. So there ya go.
Here's to the next 9 months. Cheers!