My beautiful sister gave birth to a 6-lb. baby boy on March 12. According to my fully biased opinion, he is an awesome little baby. Sleep, eat, poop – that’s what he does. He’s living the life.
He’s beautiful, hairy (a full head of dark hair! I think he has more hair than my bald dad EVER had…) sweet, and, – most importantly – quiet. At least for now.
Love him so much. I am anxiously waiting for the day when he fattens up so I can do what I’ve been waiting to do – pinch and kiss all his precious little fat rolls. I will totally be the annoying aunt, the one who immediately zeroes in on his cheeks. Let’s hope the kid enjoys the attention.
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.