We've returned from Montrose. All the family now knows our exciting news. We told my dad, step-mom and grandparents by giving them a picture frame with a word document inside of it that simply said, "Baby Pearce *picture of a cradle* April 2009". My grandmom liked the little way of telling them most of all. She said, "See what happens when we're patient?!"
I wasn't so clever with my Aunt Diana and Uncle Bill. I essentially came up from their basement, while they were in the kitchen, turned the corner to face my uncle and stated, "So, we're pregnant." I was greeted with a laugh from Aunt Diana and a confused look from Uncle Bill, for literally about half a minute. I started laughing with Aunt Diana, it was funny. Uncle Bill says, "I was trying to figure out if you were kidding or not." (kidding?!) This was my favorite reaction.
Anyhow, it was very fun to tell them all, and everyone is excited. We explained that, even if it sounds wrong, we really are hoping for a boy. The family, of course, asked us what we would be naming the baby...I said, "Harold." And then proceeded to call him Harold the rest of the weekend saying, "Harold and I are going to take a nap." Things like that. They got the joke and they even started calling him Harold. So Baby Pearce-in-utero has a nickname, and it's not sweet and cute, it's Harold.