This evening my dad called while Yohan and I were away. He didn't leave a voice mail, so I don't think I'll call him back. I do really want to see what is going on on my parents side of the battlefield, but right now do not have energy for an argument.
I imagine they must still be trying to process all of this new news. Even Yohan and I took our time absorbing what was happening. When we first found out about the bean, we called him an alien. We kept saying, "I can't believe we're having an alien." I'm not sure exactly how long before we were able to say the "B" word - baby. But now I say it just fine: baby, baby, baby.
I was so excited about the baby today that when we went to visit Yohan's parents, his mother and I ended up jumping up and down while holding hands and squealing. Then Yohan's father was so cute, as he was concerned we were jumping up and down too much. Hope we didn't disturb little Jr. We were just thrilled!