I know this thread is old, but since it has been revived...for my 2nd dd I posted:
"To the tune of "Chapel of Love": Going to the midwife and we're gonna have a ba-a-aby, going to the midwife and we're gonna have a ba-a-aby. Ooh, I really love him and we're gonna have a ba-a-aby. Going to the midwife in MARCH!"
I announced my current pregnancy on Thanksgiving day, after a particularly rough baking spell in our new house. Our oven was off by 20+ degrees, but I didn't know it yet - just enough to cause some serious baking drama, lol. I don't remember the exact words, but it was something like:
I forgot to rinse my turkey after I brined it, I ruined my pumpkin pies, and I ruined 2 batches of cookies, but I did not ruin the bun in my oven.