I was going to keep it quiet, but I am filled with rage.

So, the big news is out there, simply because we had to tell Jooj that Mami has a baby in her tummy.

We had to tell her because she was SO worried about me because I was SO sick and tired. So we told her.

And she told EVERYONE at church.

Which is fine, we weren't NOT telling, we just were too tired to talk about it because our brains haven't processed it. Not superstitious or anything, just overwhelmed.

And this lady at church, who has a paucity of tact, asked W what he wanted.

And he said "My abuela has told me it had better be a boy, and it had better be named Waldo. So that's what had better happen."

And then, this lady, said "WALDO? You are going to name your baby THAT? WHY? EW?"

And he looked her straight in the eye and said "Because it is MY name. And my father's name. And my uncle's name. My cousin's name, my great uncle's name, and my great grandfather's name."

And if I had been there I would have added "And I don't know anyone better than these men to name someone after. Your children would be LUCKY to have a man that they can emulate like these men. And WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"

But I was at home eating Hostess cherry pies and soft pretzels with ranch dressing.