Informing the parents - Side 2

Last night the wife and I had dinner guests; my parents. This would be the ideal opportunity to spread the good news even further. The problem being we are still early in the stages of the pregnancy, and holding in information is very hard.
You want to shout out to everyone, but the sceptics tell you not to mention anything until the 12th week. This is when you are less likely, as a woman, to suffer from any complications that may lead to miscarriage. That word isn't in my vocabulary.

The feeling betwwen the missus and I is of pure excitement once more, and I'm finding it difficult to keep my energy inside me. The smile that appears on your face, as soon as you start to think about what you're going to tell the person opposite you, is all new to me. In fact, I'm beaming from ear to ear right now, just at how our lives, and the lives of those loved ones around us, will change.
"Are you nervous?" the wife asked.
"No. Very happy. I hope that they will be too. No tears though!"

My parents are already Grandparents, therefore the excitement will still be high for them, but maybe not as much as it was for their first grandchild. My brother has beaten me to that by all of 2 years.
The wife's parents, on the other hand, do not have the need to sellotape pound coins to a child's birthday or Christmas card.

I took the pair of them for a tour around the house, informing them of the changes that we'd made since the last time they were around. Little bit's here and ther, a baby on the way, you know, run-of-the-mill conversation.
This was quite subliminal, but it was a way of informing them that the house was nearly complete to how we wanted it to look, and the next progressive step was to bring new life into our lives.