April Fools

I've been plotting a year.



In the weeks leading up to April Fools Day last year, I got the idea to play a really mean joke on my poor husband. The tool I needed was a positive pregnancy test that I still had from finding out about Keira.



I'm sure you can guess: I was going to tell Matt we were pregnant with our third. Then, the Karma Police got me first when I found out about two weeks before April Fools that I indeed was pregnant with my third child. HA HA joke's on me.



So, I've been planning for over a year to pull this prank.



After a morning at work, I couldn't wait to get home yesterday and put my plan into action. This was going to be good. But before I could get home I had to run out to his work and trade cars with him.

I'm about to leave the parking lot through a tight and tiny exit ramp when all of a sudden I heard an awful noise -my van was sliding along the concrete wall as I was turning onto the exit ramp. This space is incredibly crazy to imagine getting a van through- so much so that when I started to exit, I had to back up a little and then pull forward again in order to try and make the turn. And that's when I damaged our van.



As I realize that the Karma Police are out to get me again, I start debating whether or not I should continue with my mean joke. Should I even bother with my prank or should I just not bother since I'll be having to tell some difficult news that is REAL! I decided that since there was only cosmetic damage done to the van, I should go ahead and continue with the plan. Besides, I figured he'd be so relieved that we aren't expecting that he'd not mind a few scratches and dents on our new van.



I arrive home and send this email to Matt:


"Hey-
I have to share this with you. I discovered this after you left this morning."
and this picture was attached

He wrote back:

"April Fools."

I write back about how tired I've been lately and tell him about our (fake) appointment in a couple of weeks and how sorry I was that I couldn't be more creative on how I told him the news. (In reality I couldn't tell him to his face because I don't have a poker face).

He writes back, "funny." And I decide to call him.

I've been planning this for a year, he can't know that I'm joking just yet.

I call him and slowly begin to convince him that I am pregnant with our 4th child in three years. I realize this because as our conversation progresses, he keeps saying, "Really?" in a lower and lower tone.

I'm satisfied with how far this joke has gone and I start to worry that he's on the verge of major trauma trying to wrap his brain around the news. I then blurt out "April Fools."

"Really?" he says, in a more up beat tone.

I assured him that we aren't pregnant to which he said, "Good, because my hands were starting to sweat."

And then I told him about the van. He didn't seem too upset.

He soon came home from work and took a look at the van. We sat down together and he said, "Well, the van will be a lot cheaper than another baby."

He's got a point. But at least a baby is a blessing.