My Parents and Their Egg

Before my husband and I had the initials EGG picked out, I had already scoped out a unique way to tell my parents Matt and I are expecting. In case you do not know, my husband and I are the last baby makers for both our families. Both of my sisters are done having kids, the youngest of the bunch being around 7 or 8 years old and I believe my husband has a nephew around the same age.  I will also add in the tidbit that when my parents found out Matt and I were getting married, they thought we were joking.  I needed a way to tell them the news without actually telling them.

I had scoped out a website and found the perfect way to let both my parents know at the same time, so not to give one an advantage of knowing over the other. The only problem is that I wanted to wait until I had an official due date from my doctor.  This is typically done at the first appointment which is at the eight week mark, or about the time of your second missed cycle.  This would have been the end of December and Matt and I wanted to schedule all of our appointments in 2014 for insurance purposes. This would have put the first appointment at the beginning of January, but Matt and I were heading out of town.  January 10th was the big day.  I got my due date of August 6th and set to work letting my parents in on our secret.

I found this on Etsy.  We only needed one and I was willing to pay a little extra to keep the contents a secret.  I asked the wonderful owner of Little Elephant Gifts if she would be able to ship the item directly to my parents house.  This would mean my parents would get a package addressed to them from someone they did not know in Oregon.  My hand writing or mark would not be found on the packaging.  To save a bit of time on this already long post, my parents received the package on Friday, January 17th (I tracked that little box online for the duration of its journey).  They found the little white box to be suspicious.  Who did they know that lived in Oregon?  No one.  Did they buy something and forget about it?  No.  Did someone buy them a Christmas gift and not tell the it was three weeks late?  No.  How did this person get their name and address?  And what on Earth was I that small box?  Dad stood on the other side of the kitchen while my mom bravely opened the box.  Inside was another box.  I could only imagine my parents anticipation building.   Mom opened the interior white box and found a quail egg resting inside a nest.  On the box lid were stamped instructions, "Crack Me."  She tried to be gentle, but ended up smashing the little egg to smithereens. Inside was a small piece of paper with a simple message, "Baby Glasheen Due 8/6/2014."