The most special wave.

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I was going to start this post by saying “I never thought a wave would bring me to tears.”  But that just sounds so overly melodramatic and quite frankly, it made me throw up in my mouth a little bit – even if it is the truth.  At least I was alone when I succumbed to the moment in this utterly female fashion.  I didn’t expect myself to tear up – c’mon Voula, you are more practical than that!  But deep down it made me happy that I reacted this way.  I am human!  I can be moved to tears!  There is hope for me yet!

So my sister is three months pregnant. Yesterday she had her third sonogram.  On the second sonogram we noticed what we’re pretty sure were chubby-looking cheeks. This time the big reveal was a wave.  At this rate by the next sonogram the kid will be doing water acrobatics.

The most interesting part of all of this is that I’m both happy and relieved about this whole experience my family is going through.  I’m so happy for my sister and my brother-in-law because children can be a joy, they change your life blah blah blah, all that happy, sappy stuff we hear about kids – the stuff and schmaltz that Hallmark is founded on.

I’m happy for my parents that they’ll get to be grandparents, although the thought of some of my dad’s more “special” qualities being passed on should concern everyone.  I’m happy that my brother and I will be uncle and aunt to this new addition.  However, I am beyond relieved that I’m not the one that is pregnant.  I’m relieved I don’t have to go through the pregnancy, relieved that I won’t be responsible for this new baby, relieved that I won’t go through the pains of being a new parent.   I just want to run up to a rooftop and scream it to the world:  “THANK GOD I’M NOT PREGNANT!”   So much for being human…

Basically I just want to enjoy kids at their best.  I will baby-sit them, play with them, squeeze every ounce of joy out of them (kind of like they’re my human lemons), and send them off to their parents where they can take care of the formalities (i.e. the crying and whining).  That’s not too much to ask for, is it?

Still, it was a tear-worthy wave.

About Voula (http://expatuncensored.com)

I'm a 31-year old woman living in beautiful Nafplio, Greece for the past two years. I was born and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area and lived there up until the big move two years ago. Lets just say I'm an Oak-town girl at heart. I'm also a Greek girl at heart. And so that's a challenge. My brain may live in Greece but it still thinks in English - it makes things very interesting. I live with my younger brother in our parent's house in Nafplio and four months out of the year we revert back to teenagers when my parents visit the homeland for the summer. Talk about a life-altering situation. I also have a younger sister who is newly married and newly pregnant. We all look normal from the outside, but just like any family, we have our internal craziness going on. I work seasonally at a seaside hotel in Tolo, Greece. By "seasonally"I mean I work May-October and I sit on my fancy little butt the rest of the year. It is, as we would say in California, a pretty sweet gig. I try not to take things too seriously, I don't have too much patience for ridiculous people who try to dictate your life. I like quiet, I've never been much of a party girl and really am in awe of people who can just go go go without ever stopping to take a breather. I started this blog as a creative outlet for me to vent, express, observe, share, and perhaps even over-share (as I'm prone to do). Hopefully it will amuse you, interest you, or at the very least make you thank the Heavens that your mind isn't as twisted as mine.

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