Telling Ginger

Ginger came to visit us for her annual birthday trip. We did our traditional spa and shopping day, but this time at the new Burke Williams spa in San Francisco's new ShoppingTown. I spent the day hiding morning sickness and trying not to give away the secret.

We made reservations at a local french restaurant, La Provence, to tell her the good news. Unfortuntely, because my grandma was ill, I had to fly out immediately after our spa treatment and wasn't going to be able to make dinner. John picked us up from the spa, and we decided that we had to tell her between the spa and the airport. So movie theater lobby, which is in front of the parking garage elevators, it was. At least it's a nice theater. They sell Kettle Korn and everything.

We told her we had one more birthday gift for her. It was a sterling silver frame, with a baby carriage and a string of blocks that spelled baby. In the frame we put a copy of the ultrasound.

Prior to this day, I forecasted exactly what Ginger's face would look like. And bet that no sound would come out for a while. For a woman with the gift of gab, only this could stump her.

She didn't disappoint. It took several minutes to register, but her eyes got really wide and her mouth tightened to a little O. Being Asian, I think it's really neat when white people can make their eyes bigger than their mouths. She teared up and nothing came out of the little O.

Then I was off to tell my mom.