I’m sure a lot of you (like my dad) will start to read this and think, man I really just do not care one bit about Brittny’s jeans. Trust me, the conclusion is worth reading through the rest of this. I promise. Money back guaranteed. If you get to the end and decide it wasn’t worth the time it took you to read this then I’ll come over and clean your house for a couple minutes (or whatever you might have accomplished in the couple minutes it would have taken you to read this :P )
So a few months back my favorite jeans developed holes in the knees so I decided to break down and buy some new ones. I decided to try a slightly different fit of jean from the ones that had been my favorites for awhile. So I tried some jeans on in the store and in the fitting room they looked pretty good, but the store didn’t carry short sizes so I went home and ordered them online. When they came in the mail I really liked them… for a little while. Then after wearing them around I found that the pant legs rode up when I wore sneakers, and weren’t doing me any favors around the waistline, they rode up when I sat down, they rode down when I walked… in short, they were awful. But since I’d only just gotten them I couldn’t bring myself to go out and invest in another pair of jeans already. So for awhile I just wore them anyways and hated how I looked whenever I put them on.
Finally a couple weeks ago I decided it was just time to suck it up and buy myself a new pair of jeans that I didn’t hate (what a novel concept!). I decided to go with a different style of jeans entirely, but from the same store. Again the size/style I wanted were only available online so I placed my online order and waited for them to ship. A few days after placing that order, this happened –
Yup that’s right! I’m 6 weeks pregnant with our third child, and we’re excited! Normally I wouldn’t officially announce this early but I’d shared with enough people that word was getting around… so I figured I might as well be the one to make it official :) Plus – while I totally understand why people want to wait to make sure everything is ok before announcing – the first trimester is miserable and it’s when you’re most in need of help and understanding. I’d rather have people know that I’m pregnant than just wonder why my kids are running around the neighborhood wild and dirty while I just sit on our porch and drink gatorade (or fall asleep inside on our couch).
Sam is over-the-moon excited. He saw the pregnancy test lying around and asked me what it was, so I decided to let him in on the secret. He was bouncing up and down SO excited. The first thing he said was “I’m going to go tell my friends!” I told him that we weren’t telling everyone just yet, but he ran downstairs, out to our porch where his friend Claire was standing and yelled “MY MOM’S GROWING A BABY IN HER TUMMY!” While it wasn’t exactly the secret keeping we were hoping for (another reason I figure I might as well be the one to announce it) we couldn’t have asked for a better response. Sam’s first reaction was “It’s going to be my sister!”, so hopefully it’s a girl because Sam will not be swayed from this baby being his sister. It’s so sweet, I’m glad that he’s excited. Daniel doesn’t really get what’s going on, but I think he would be decidedly *less* pleased if he understood that his days of reigning as the baby of our family are numbered.