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My little sister is having her first baby.  It could be anytime now.  ANYTIME.

Besides the birth of my own children, I have never been this excited for a baby to be born.

And it almost has nothing to do with the fact that I get to leave my kids for an entire week and help take care of my new little niece.  Although, yeah - a week away from my kids, WHOOOOOOOO!!

I keep texting my sister and asking if she's in labor yet.  She keeps texting back, "yeah, you totally missed it.  STOP ASKING ME THAT."  Because like any other woman waiting for labor, she's really tired of the anticipation.  And swollen feet.  And general, horrible uncomfortableness.

She did text me when she lost her mucus plug.  And I texted back, "Awesome, what did it look like?"  Because I never saw any of mine.  And then we talked to eachother about how you can say anything disgusting about pregnancy and people get excited, but in real life you'd never even mention the word mucus in any form of conversation.

My sister is having a baby!!!  Ack, I'm just so excited.  I can barely stand it........

Comments

Jenny P. said…
That IS exciting! Since you wrote this nearly twelve hours ago, I'm hoping she's in labor NOW!! Right now. And that you are on your way to be with her.

Hope everything goes smoothly.
Laura Lynn said…
That is exciting. I love it when it's not me anymore, ha ha!
Love your blog!
Laura
Awesome, I've been doing the same thing for my little sister for two weeks now. But last night all the waiting stopped and she had the baby!!! I wonder if it's too late to arrange a week away from my kids to help her with the new baby?
Wonder Woman said…
Awesome that you get to go help! It's practically a vacation for you!

And I got your package! Thank you so much!! The hat is adorable, and I love the bows. The ballerina one is probably my fave since I've made such a big deal about her being a dancer. I need to take some pics and show everyone your handiwork! Thanks again!
Heather said…
She seems too young to have a baby! Which just shows how out of touch I am. ;)
Rhonda said…
You're lucky. I never got a sister so I never get to text one and irritate her about when she's actually going to HAVE the baby instead of continually talkin' about it.

Yah, mucus plugs, cervix dilation, nipple pain....it's all some great conversation starters!
Rachel Sue said…
I'm kind of jealous. My sister had a miscarriage a few months ago. Which was devastating. But now I am super impatient for her to have a baby. So that I can help her. And hold a little baby.

Good luck!
Claire said…
Sorry..... can't think of a comment..... still imagining what it would be like to be away from the kids for a week.....
Claire said…
Sorry..... can't think of a comment..... still imagining what it would be like to be away from the kids for a week.....
Ok so I've been nervous to read this when you told me you blogged about my mucos plug. lol Someday this baby will come... Who knows when though :(

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