The April Fool's Joke That Backfired

Okay, Most of you (I thought) would have immediately guessed that yesterday's post was an April Fool's joke. I was wrong. Real Wrong. I really did this just to try to get my husband's mind on something outside the crisis at hand. Anyway, he bought the entire pregnancy thing hook, line and sinker. When I got home he was drinking wine and smiling ear to ear. He was like the cat that swallowed the canary. And the worst part, he almost told the kids. Instead he called his neice in California and had her look at the blog and that began the phone calls on that end. So the California family bought into it and were waiting for us to call them after the announcement at the potluck.
After some time when I saw that he was so excited and nervous and talking about what furniture we would have to get rid of for the nursery. Then hugging me and crying and just saying this was such a blessing from God and on and on and on. I knew that I had to give and couldn't wait until we got to the potluck. So I held him close and said April Fools in his ear.
I really thought he might get mad, but he didn't. He laughed and was amazed that he fell for it so seriously. He actually was disappointed. His greatest compliment was that no one had ever pulled a joke on him that he had really taken seriously like this. He gave me kuddos. Then he waited to tell me at the potluck that he had called Kelli, his neice, in CA. OMG!!!!! I knew then that it had gone too far. He started calling relatives, and they were none to happy. I ended up calling my sister in law and my mother in law and eating crow. I apologized, because in a million years I would never have guessed that he would have called the family in California. Now, my mother in law did say that Kelli did recognize that it was April 1st and could have been a joke.
Anyway, this will be my LAST April Fool's joke for a few years. I'm done. Secondly, I'm a little scared of all the Italians that I have upset in this ordeal, so if I mysteriously disappear in the next few months . . . notify the police. Think Sopranos.