I spent the weekend trying to clean out the house to make room for Baby Girl and visitors and found the sweater I had bought for Sushi in order to help me tell Ryan that he was going to be a father. Since I didn’t get a photo of the event 8 months ago, I figured I would try to reproduce it one last time before adding the sweater to the goodwill pile. This turned out to be the only picture I got with somewhat legible writing. Oh well, the point of this post was to tell you how well (read: not at all) my big reveal to Ryan went. It seemed simple enough: steal the same idea that girls on thebump.com had of enlisting their older child in the big reveal by having him/her wear a shirt that said “big brother/sister”. I could do the same. The only snag in my plan was that my youngest child was not going to be amenable to helping. While these days Sushi mostly only treats us to his side of being the sweetest, most loving cat ever, there’s a reason why he was nicknamed by MULTIPLE veterinarians as a velociraptor. Pretty much EVERYONE was startled at the humane society when we said (okay, I said…) we wanted him. If you sit down and don’t bother him, he will come up to you, nuzzle you, sleep on you, purr, drool…. the works. But if you try to mess with him in any way (i.e. rub his belly, dress him in clothes, etc.) he will cut you. Possibly literally. But as our youngest “child” this was the cat that was going to be vital to my plans. I bought the “big brother” hoodie on amazon under a brand new account I had to make for the occasion and had it shipped to the office. I got home, snuck Sushi (the velociraptor) upstairs and got him dressed and then presented him to Ryan. Ryan howled with laughter over the hoodie. I was like – great, wonderful…. he gets it, he’s not fainting, we’re golden. Then he asked me why the other 2 cats didn’t get hoodies. I started to worry as I said, “Because it wouldn’t have made sense. It only works with Sushi because he is currently the youngest.” Ryan’s blank face confirmed he had no idea what I was talking about. Sighing I asked him to read the words on the hoodie. He did and after several silent moments where he looked clearly confused, he finally asked, “are you pregnant?” Next time around I’m just going to hand him the pee stick.

I spent the weekend trying to clean out the house to make room for Baby Girl and visitors and found the sweater I had bought for Sushi in order to help me tell Ryan that he was going to be a father. Since I didn’t get a photo of the event 8 months ago, I figured I would try to reproduce it one last time before adding the sweater to the goodwill pile. This turned out to be the only picture I got with somewhat legible writing. Oh well, the point of this post was to tell you how well (read: not at all) my big reveal to Ryan went.

It seemed simple enough: steal the same idea that girls on thebump.com had of enlisting their older child in the big reveal by having him/her wear a shirt that said “big brother/sister”. I could do the same. The only snag in my plan was that my youngest child was not going to be amenable to helping.

While these days Sushi mostly only treats us to his side of being the sweetest, most loving cat ever, there’s a reason why he was nicknamed by MULTIPLE veterinarians as a velociraptor. Pretty much EVERYONE was startled at the humane society when we said (okay, I said…) we wanted him. If you sit down and don’t bother him, he will come up to you, nuzzle you, sleep on you, purr, drool…. the works. But if you try to mess with him in any way (i.e. rub his belly, dress him in clothes, etc.) he will cut you. Possibly literally.

But as our youngest “child” this was the cat that was going to be vital to my plans. I bought the “big brother” hoodie on amazon under a brand new account I had to make for the occasion and had it shipped to the office. I got home, snuck Sushi (the velociraptor) upstairs and got him dressed and then presented him to Ryan.

Ryan howled with laughter over the hoodie. I was like – great, wonderful…. he gets it, he’s not fainting, we’re golden. Then he asked me why the other 2 cats didn’t get hoodies. I started to worry as I said, “Because it wouldn’t have made sense. It only works with Sushi because he is currently the youngest.”

Ryan’s blank face confirmed he had no idea what I was talking about. Sighing I asked him to read the words on the hoodie. He did and after several silent moments where he looked clearly confused, he finally asked, “are you pregnant?”

Next time around I’m just going to hand him the pee stick.

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