Babies and Closets

The love of my life, Shannon, has been on an emotional rollercoaster since we decided this, and I wish I could help her.
She doesn't have anyone to talk to, just like me, and I think it has been hard for her to work out her feelings. She is a very shy person, and she doesn't feel that she has any friends that would understand what she is feeling. Her mom has passed away, and her step-mom, while supportive of us, isn't exactly someone you can open up to. We don't really have any lesbian friends, and she doesn't think our straight friends have any idea what we are about to go through. Plus, we have decided to not to tell anyone until after the first trimester.
I have offered up this website, and another listserve that I am a member of, but blogging really isn't her style. She's a pretty private person.
Anyway, she is has been very on board with all of this, but it scares her to death. And there are some issues that we just can't figure out how to deal with.
First of all, her grandparents. Since her mom died, she is all they have. She has never came out to them. Supposedly, they believe that she is a educated, gorgeous, funny, 32 year-old woman that can't catch a man and lives alone with her dog. It's so bad that she has never even told them that we have a second DOG. She has to hide having a girlfriend, a dog, and now a baby. How is she supposed to experience the greatest thing in her life and not share it with her grandparents? She truly believes that if she comes out to them, they will be disappointed to the point of dying over it. Although I know how much they love her, and I think that if she would have told them when she came out ten years ago they would be fine about it by now, I think I have to agree with her. They are in their 90's and are pretty opinionated.
I wish she had been brave enough to tell them. When I came out, I told everyone, and while it wasn't always easy, I didn't have to hide or lie to my loved ones. I can't imagine it any other way. And in the end, my grandparents were actually the most excepting - they truly only just loved me, they didn't care about anything else. I think that she could have experienced that with her grandparents if she had given them the chance, but now I am afraid it is too late.
Last Christmas, she had to come up with some fast lie when her grandparents asked who the strangers were in the family Christmas card and why were they there...it was me and my parents. Now we are going to have take two pictures every year, one for them without me and the baby, and one for the rest of the world. Fun. I hate the closet.