Well, that's done.

Okay, so my plan to not to have to tell any immediate family members about my current state of biological flux via telephone has gone off without a hitch.

I mailed a card addressed to my grandma and my mom and her mini-family that reside in the same house with a brief note about how I "Didn't wait too long after all." On Tuesday afternoon I got an electronic greeting card from my mom (with dancing duck). I knew she had opened up the floodgates of spilling the beans to er'damnbody else in the family.

My grandmother has made her official (unverifiable at this point) prophecy that the little sprout will be a "she."

The whole event has been slightly less painful that I thought, although I know that as soon as a gain a speck of weigt that can be seen by the naked eye that the neverending flow of unsolicited advice ("get rid of your cats") will begin.