Telling the family, part 1

Wednesday, February 1:

I come home late from a band rehearsal. This is going to be a very musical baby if I have anything to say about it. Which of course, I will. At the very least, the baby is going to be a singer.

My husband is talking on the phone with his sister. I don’t know how I know this, but I know. I also know he has told her.

He tells me about the conversation later. She took it pretty well. He also got to talk to her husband. He said we will wish we would have had a kid sooner.

It’s their kid who has the August birthday, the one everyone adores.