Surprise?

Surprise! I have a surprise for you, said my husband, do you want to know what it is?

I love surprises, too bad he sucks at them. He gets all excited and always lets the cat out of the bag. I know it involves my sister, since he complained she didn't get it yet, and it involves her watching Alex since he mentioned something about her babysitting last week. "Oh I forgot you asked Cathy to babysit already this week". Sigh! I know the surprise is sometime next week. My husband said "it's good you know you have a surprise coming, now we can torture you". It's torture when you give away the surprise, otherwise, I CAN WAIT.
 I once got my Christmas present three weeks early because he opened up the present (a digital camera) to put in the batteries and then forgot the warranty card on the kitchen table. He means well. I know he's excited and just wants to share it with me, to see my reaction.

When I was pregnant with Alex I didn't want to know the gender but Rick did. He suggested that HE find out and keep it from me. What? Then he came up with this ridiculous plan to keep it from me but to tell everyone attending my baby shower. What The French toast? So everyone else would know what I was having except for me? The one carrying around this rib kicking, bladder head butting person. No, no no! So of course, I gave in and found out. And then I went out and bought this onesie with a robot on it.

I on the other hand would like to think I'm good at surprises, but fret about them for MONTHS ahead of time. I'm a planner. I do research and plan out strategies and have backup plans. I'm like a Navy Seal of surprises. Shock and Awe baby! Shock and awe!