And so the story begins: V's grandparents always do corned beef and cabbage for St Patrick's Day, for many years V and I have gone over to their house (along with V's parents, siblings, aunts, uncles cousins and cousin's children). It's always a full house and I always chuckle a little because of those among us I'm the only one with even the slightest bit of Irish blood, they are almost entirely Norwegian. This year V was pretty tired and wanted to skip out but I wanted to go, we don't see a ton of his grandparents who are well into their 70s at least. Off we journey, to their house ten minutes away....
We all enjoyed a nice meal and chatted, afterwards we moved to the living room so the children (cousin's kids about 3 and 5 years old) could be playful. I sat on the sofa, mom-in-law sat next to me (hoping to feel the baby kick) and V sat next to her. V's dad and brother were across the room chatting and everyone else was more near the kitchen. Apparently I was rubbing my belly (I'm always rubbing it, I'm that pregnant girl who always rubs her belly). I caught V looking at me with a grin and I said "what?" he replies "are you trying to get [baby's first name] to kick?" Insert me flashing him a look of utter shock on my face and me saying V's full name in shock. Mom-in-law looked at me in shock, "what?!?" It was too late they had heard the name we have chosen, and use at home, for our son. I swore mom--in-law, dad-in-law and bro-in-law to secrecy, here's hoping they abide by our wishes. I was quite clear telling them "I love you but I will be incredibly upset for a very long time if you tell anyone!"
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So you are probably wondering what baby's name is, sorry folks still keeping it in as much as possible. Only about 12 more weeks and he'll be here. All I can say is thank goodness V didn't say his middle name too, all hope would be lost!