After my next scan, we invite our parents over for lunch, and this is is the conversation:
Me: Come on in, Lunch is almost ready.
My mom: it smells good. What's cooking?
Gus: Spaghetti and meatballs and salad.
Gus's dad: Sounds good. We're starving.
Gus laughs.
Gus: So you brought your appetite?
Gus's mom: Definitely.
We laugh and sit down.
Me: We've got some news.
My mom: What is it? Is something wrong?
Me: No, not at all.
My mom: Then what is it?
Me: I'm having triplets!
My mom: Wow! So I'm gonna be a grandma?
My dad: And I'm gonna be a grandpa?
Gus and I laugh.
Gus: Yes. That's generally how that works.
My mom: How far along?
Me: 4 months.
Gus's mom: And do you know the genders?
Gus: All girls.
Gus's dad: Wow, looks like you're about to have your hands full.
Me: Yeah, but we're ready. Besides, we have you guys to help us spoil them rotten.
Our moms together: You can count on that.