So, we stopped by my sister's house on the way home. She just got the family room and bathroom painted and we wanted to check it out. They used to have pink walls, yeah, no joke. Kind of crazy. In fact, I think you can kind of see them in this pic, but believe me, that does them no justice. Anyway, the new color is beautiful, but the biggest thing, well, that was too easy. The biggest thing was my sister's stomach. My new little nephew is coming VERY soon! I think they are going to name him Robert after me. Please send my sister all kinds of great, warm emails telling her how nice it is that she is naming her first son after me. I was very touched myself. Quite honored and almost brought to tears. Here is her email: basket_lover01@yahoo.com
So then I got to thinking. Why do we always want to decide when babies come? What if we were relegated to waiting for them to crawl out? What if it wasn't 9 months, but a timing of their choosing? Like my sister, she would have gotten out at about 6 months. Just long enough to have most organs working properly but she would not have wanted to be under parental oversight for any longer. Or Kacey, I think she would still be in the womb all warm and protected. Or myself, well, on one hand I think I would still be taking a nap or procrastinating, and on the other hand I would have gotten out with big plans that I would still be dreaming about now. Either way, I am kind of glad for the whole 9 months thing. I am not sure either the baby or the parents are ever ready for the 9 months to end, but it does and we are all forced to move on.
I can't wait for my sis to have the baby. Mostly, because I will take a day off work, but I am also looking forward to baby Robert to join our family.
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