Wow…you guys have some really great ideas. I may have to think about one or two of them (that is, of course, if I do actually ever get pregnant).
Thanks!!!
Of course you will, you’re a brat. Besides that Hal’s got to prove his soldiers still work. Heck Hal why aren’t you trying right now? Hmm? 
Sign your parents up for every baby catalogue on the planet. With the Internet, that should be easy. Wait for them to wonder why they are getting so many baby catalogues.
What I told my mom (and bear in mind that ours was to be her first grandchild), “Hey mom, I’ve waved my magic wand and turned you into a grandmother!”
It took her an hour to stop laughing.
At my father-in-law’s birthday party, I was asked if I’d like my usual drink (screwdriver). I replied, “Make mine just orange juice for the next 8 months.”
For my parents, we gave them each a copy of the books, A Grandmother Remembers and A Grandfather Remembers. These are books that the grandparents write in to tell their grandchild about their life.
We had tried and tried and tried… trying sucks after a while when you have a very rigid schedule to is and then I had to spend half an hour on pillows 
A year or so after we gave up completely I got pregnant. Shocked the bejeepers out of both me and him. I called his parents and his dad answered. He said “hey - how are ya?” I said “Pregnant!” he said “no shit?” 
The second time was pretty much just as shocking. In the interest of equal time we told his mom first. “hey ma guess what?” “What?” “I’m pregnant again!” “Are you sure?”
Two’s the limit though. My nephrologist would have killed me if I had a third - or the third would have killed me… tubes all tied now!
Good Luck making babies…
Yeah…it sucks. The worst part is the two week wait after ovulation. You start to notice every single thing that could be conceived as a symptom. Oh…I had a cramp. Hmm…nausea today. Wow…I’m tired. Could it be? But, without fail…“that time of the month” comes anyway :rolleyes:
Thanks!!!
My brother called and asked if I wanted to be “Auntie” (ant-ee) or “Auntie” (ont-ee).
They were about a month away from adopting, so I didn’t get it at first.
(I’m glad I don’t live with his wife… she gave up smoking and caffeine while dealing with morning sickness)
A friend of mine invited his parents over for dinner. They had Chinese.
At the end of the meal, he served fortune cookies that they had changed the fortunes in to little quips like, “Isn’t it GRAND to be a PARENT”.
It was very clever but it still took them some time to figure it out!
My man! (grab SO in headlock and start giving playful noogies to him) He is a potent man! His powerful seed has found purchase, and life is within me! (grab your belly with both hands and pat firmly)
Stick the positive pregnancy test in a box and wrap it up, then find a reason to give Mom and Dad a present.
Just one bun. The mental question will make more sense. Why is there a bun in the oven? “Who put this in the oven”? “Oh, that’s mine”.
That or tell them you have a sexually transmitted disease and only have 9 more months of quality life.
I haven’t taken a pregnancy test in many, many years, but don’t you have to pee on them to make them work? I’m not sure I’d like to get one of those in a gift box…
Hey yous, that was my idea, look:
:mad: Grrrrrrrr!
Scan it in and make a paperweight, like I did for my baby doctor (took us nearly a year to get knocked up … and I was his last baby).
I don’t like extra attention on me in this matter. I am an attention whore for jokes and stuff, but telling people that I am pregnant was very hard for me.
We were celebrating my husband’s birthday at a restaurant and we’d plan to give my gift to him last.
He opens up a rather hastily made t-shirt that I scrawled on it **Daddy 2 B **.
Pandamonium ensued.
Enjoy all the attention you get with your first pregnancy. When you have subsequent children, no one cares. Unless you really attention-whore yourself like my sister in law about in a dramatic fashion. The first child you pracitcally get a ticker tape parade everywhere, during pregnancy and labor and bringing the baby home and showing it off.
The second time around it is nothing but crickets chirping.
Meanwhile, have fun having loads of great sex.
I’ve seen special ones for saving as a memento. They are heart shaped! The part you pee on has a plastic cover…
Over a relaxed family meal, possibley on a Sunday for best effect casually come out with ‘Say Pops, were you aware that an oil based lubricant can damage a latex condom so much that it can disintergrate?’ After the old boy splutters a garbled ‘Whaaaa?’ you calmly add ‘No, neither did we…’ then ask for more potatoes.