Guess Who's Going to be a Grammy?

The announcement having been made to the family after weeks of secrecy, I asked my beautiful and beaming daughter-in-law if it was okay for people to know, and she said it was. Naturally, unable to contain myself any longer, I raced to Facebook with the title question and have received, so far, about 40 responses -- heart-felt, congratulatory ones.

My friends are so wonderful, wanting to know all the details. I think they might be almost as excited as I am. But, of course, that's simply not possible. I've been waiting for this day for a very, very long time. This is a dream come true.

But one of the responses took me by surprise. It was from someone on my daughter-in-law's side of the family, and it was, and I quote, "?!" And that's when I realized that I had committed Faux Pas #65,655 of my adult life so far. They hadn't been told yet.

It seems that no matter how hard I try, I can't ever have the appropriate response to anything due to a terminal case of foot in mouth disease. If I'm excited and enthusiastic, I'm obnoxious (apparently). If I'm disappointed, I trip over myself in an attempt to say the right thing, naturally resulting in the wrong thing being said. Somebody help me.

So:  Hey, world. Guess who's going to be a grammy? That's right. ME. And I'm going to be the best nana, nona, grammy, grams, gumgum, or whatever moniker the precious one decides suits me. Take that. So there. I am over the moon, super-happy, and walking on Cloud 9.

Which gives me an idea! I must get my hands on the ultrasound picture of Peanut so I can show everyone how absolutely adorable he or she is already!