Sex with Mum and Dad. No, not like that.

We told our respective parents a few weeks ago when Jenny was in the hospital, mostly because we kind of had to. In a perfect world we would have waited til around the twelve week mark, but then dehydration reared its head and the decision was made for us.

But we hadn’t told our respective siblings who live in other countries yet. We did that yesterday. It was good fun seeing my sister freak out. Her face kind of resembled the OMG Cat for a few seconds and I think she nearly cried. It was pretty funny. Jenny’s brother and his wife were less surprised; probably because we only Skype them if there’s something to tell. I figure they guessed what the news was. 

It was EXACTLY like this, actually.

Anyway, the whole process of telling people is weird. You tend to say things along the lines of ‘we’re pregnant’ or ‘we’re having a baby’ or sometimes you just show them the scan and they start to resemble OMG Cat, but when you do this what you’re really saying to your parents, your brothers and sisters and your friends is ‘WE HAD SEX!’

Which is not something you usually talk about with those people. 

Not in my family anyway.

And, as is usually the case with baby making (at least in my own experience, which isn’t much to be fair) there’s a lot of sex involved. A lot. Like, an exhausting amount. When we told our respective parents about the miscarriage the words ‘we’ve been trying for a while’ were said a lot. Now obviously during that sad time I didn’t vocalise what this translated to in my head.  But really when you say that you’re saying ‘WE HAD A LOT OF SEX!’ to your mum and dad.

Nobody else seems to think this way, except for me. Everybody gets caught up in the wonder and excitement of the impending baby that they forget about the horrible sex preamble. I mean, I know we’re adults and married and that horizontal furniture assembly [insert rod P into slot V] is kind of implied post nuptials, but saying it out loud is bizarre.

Or is it just me?