While on the phone with my mother the other day, she mentioned that she'd been babysitting my nephew a lot lately. He's 16 months old, so I asked if my sister and her husband had any plans or thoughts for having another. There was a slight moment of silence, and my mother responded sheepishly, "I'm not supposed to tell."
"Okay," I said, "so there's obviously some kind of plan, but I didn't hear it from you. But if she were actually pregnant, that's something I would know, right? You wouldn't hide THAT from me, would you?"
Another pause. Then a very squeaky, afraid voice answered me, "I'm not supposed to tell!"
Eventually my mother got tired of putting me off, and it came out that she is indeed pregnant again, but in the interests of making certain the pregnancy holds, they didn't want to let the news out just yet. So I'm an uncle! Again! I had to swear to my mother that I did indeed have NO information about the pregnancy, and I swore I would feign surprise when I was told by someone else.
The next day, while speaking with my father, he gave me the news again. I put on my best surprised voice, and asked the appropriate questions I had asked my mother the day before. "Really! When did we find this out? How far along is she?"
My father was a little surprised. "I thought your mother told you already?"
"I know," I answered, "but I promised Mom I would act surprised since I wasn't supposed to know anything." My father had a terriffic response to this.
"Yeah, well, turns out Glenn (my brother-in-law) already blabbed to his brother and sister, so his parents know, and I thought, 'Goddammit, if their kids know, I want my kids to know, too!'"
Go dad :)
The only sad part of this is that I'll be in Russia when this kid is born. So he'll be about 3 or 4 by the time I meet him. Sigh.