Adjusting to the idea that I will be a grandfather next Thanksgiving is peculiar to say the least. While I’m used to grandparents being much older than me, I found it more odd that the way pregnancies are talked about have radically changed. Mothers no longer hide until the baby is born like my grandmother probably did. Instead, mothers tweet about the experience so all their friends can participate vicariously.

My son gave me specific rules that I couldn’t blog until after their announcement was public. In the meantime, my daughter in-law tweeted about being sick several times, which in retrospect should’ve given me a clue. But now that the announcement is out in the open, I feel like I’m living vicariously through Twitter as the baby develops.

Last week my daughter-in-law tweeted her surprise, “I am officially to the point where sitting down with my jeans buttoned is uncomfortable. Where did this baby bump come from???!” I cracked up laughing and then noticed the warmth I felt as happiness welled within me.

My son on the other hand only tweets about work and technology for the most part. However, I’m sure he’ll tweet those of us hanging around our cell phones for the latest birthing updates come November. Then again, we might be in the delivery room thanks to the Face Time app – Probably not.

Regardless of the technology used during this pregnancy and delivery, one thing is certain… It’ll be a baby!

Congrats to the happy couple!