Number 5

We planned another trip to DisneyWorld.

This time we would be traveling with four children.

So this time we decided to drive instead of fly. We again planned to spend a few days at Disney and a few days with my parents in Panama City.

A couple of weeks before our trip, I started feeling a familiar feeling.

I went out and bought a test.

I took the test while alone at home - it was positive.

I walked across the street to my friend's house. My daughter was there playing with her daughter. After a few minutes my friend asked me if there was something going on. I guess I was acting a little "different." I smiled and then pulled the test out of my pocket and showed her.

I don't have much of a "poker face" when it comes to being pregnant.

It was easy to share my news with my friend, now to figure out how to tell Tommy.

My first try: It was a Friday so I knew Tom would be bringing home pizza for dinner. We would pick up freshly made ones and cook them at home. I decided to put a hot dog bun in our oven. "Bun in the Oven." Tom came home, opened up the oven, took the bun out, put it on the counter, then put the pizza in. (You didn't preheat for these pizzas.)

Nothing.

I stood there in the kitchen just staring in disbelief that the fact that a bun in the oven meant nothing.

My second try: After dinner I sat next to Tom on our couch. I put my feet on his lap. Tom started to rub them, but he never looked down to see that my socks were new and said "Baby" all over them in pink and blue.

My third try: Tom and I liked to play a game called Mad Gab. You have words that when read blended together say something else. We would write messages to each other on our bathroom mirror all the time - so when Tom went to our room to get ready for bed, he wasn't too surprised to see writing on our mirror. I stood back and secretly watched. I had written

"Whee harp Reagan ant."

Tom kept reading it. First in his head, then in a whisper, then outloud. He couldn't quite get it. I stood behind him out of his view and tried desperately not to laugh. I could hear what the message really was, but it took him many tries. Then I saw his face change. And heard a "No!" with a little bit of a laugh. That's when I joined in the laughter. Tom laid down on our bed and I laid down next to him. Tom was saying "No" with a huge smile on his face while I kept saying "Yes" with a smile on my face.

Another baby.