S to the L to the A-C-K-E-R!!!

Well I guess it's about time I fill you in on my "Spill the Beans Christmas Adventures". Mike and I had a fantabulous time in good ol'Ontario. Our trip was too short and parting really was such sweet sorrow, but as the saying goes "all good things must come to an end" (ok, sorry, that was kind of depressing). We started out the first portion of our trip with Mike's fam in Burlington (suburb of Toronto). We ended up wearing out homemade t shirts to the aiport so we could just take off our sweaters when we got to Mike's parents house and tell of our great news. When we arrived at their house not every family member was home so we decided that we had to wait until everyone was together (not an easy task try to round up 2 parents and 6 siblings between the ages of 28-16). We were so impatient and kept giving each other little looks throughout the day trying to contain our excitement. Finally around dinnertime, everyone was finally together (even if it was for only 10 mins or so). So Mike and I proceeded to take off our sweaters and see who would notice first. Mike's brother Tyler was the first to notice and he says "cool shirt, bun in the oven". I found this rather humorous because he obviously didn't catch on and really, what shirt with an oven range displayed on the front is really that "cool". So I had to do a "yes...and...." then the eruption began. They screamed, cried, ran at us all at once to have a huge family hug. Mike and I of course being smooshed in the middle. It was great though and we definitely soaked up the attention. Their reaction was priceless but ya can't blame them with Mike being the only child who is married and this being the 1st grandchitlin.
Now onto the Osmer clan. This reaction was quite different. Same kind of scenario...wore our shirts to the house, waited till all the familia was gathered, took off our sweaters and my mother's response "oh, is that one of those shirts that changes colours?" Of course my so-on-the-ball sister in law Katie got it right away, but she didn't want to spoil it for everyone else, so patiently she waited until their wheels started to turn as well. Time passed and still nobody got it so I had to say to my Mom:
"No Mom, it is not one of those shirts....what is on my shirt?
"an oven"
"and what is in the oven?"
"a bun"
"yes...and.... (commence crickets chirpring)
"OH, Bun in the Oven!!!" and then of course the excitement erupted. Hugs we're given all around and shouts of Congratulations.
We had soooo much fun telling them. It was well worth the two and a half month wait and all the lies, well let's call them fibs, I had to tell my parents!! ;)
Mike's shirt was kind of the after-shock-comic-relief. Everyone got a good kick out of that one.
The rest of our trip was great. Games were played, childhood memories were recalled, amazing food was pigged out on but there was one more thing that did make it an oh so eventful trip...............WICKED!!!!
Oh my goodnes..I LOVED IT, LOVED IT, LOVED IT! It was everything I had hoped for and then some! I was in heaven and sang along pretty much the entire time! Let's just say I have been singing the songs for the past 17 days since I have been home. I CANNOT get them out of my head. My Mom actually ended up buying my brother Isaac and his wife Katie tickets as well so we went out to dinner to good ol' Mexican Village before the show (if you're ever in Detroit, it's a hole but a must see/eat). I'm so glad we got to go with them, it made it all that much more fun.
Anywho, there is a small update for ya. Sorry for keeping you in suspense.
ps - the "fist" (Mike and I keep changing the name of our baby by what our book compares its size to, hence the fist. First it was the raisin, then prune, then peach and now fist. I'm glad we're out of the produce section) is now 14 weeks old and doing well. My belly is starting to grow and of course "the girls" are well on their way. I'm a little nervous as I have a little less than 6 months left. Dolly Parton might have some stiff competition! ;) jk We've scheduled our first ultrasound for Feb 17th and hopefully they'll be able to tell us whether or not "the fist" is a boy or girl. We're not waiting. I'm not that patient. It's amazing to me how disappointed people are when you tell them you're finding out. I can't help it...I just need to know to plan, etc. Call me a party popper but maybe we'll wait with one of our others. Actually who am I kidding, I probably won't be able to do it then either. ;) Patience is a virtue, patience is a virtue.