I'm sure that most of my readers know, but in case you forgot perhaps I should discuss with you the infant explosion that has happened in my neck of the woods as of late.
On April 19th my nephew L was born. We greeted him at the hospital and offered our most sincere "congratulations" to his parents. They had been hoping an praying for him for just over 6 years when they found out he was on his way. It was a blissful day, and one I will never forget.
May 18th brought the arrival of sweet little H, with her beautiful red hair and super tame disposition. She loves to hold hands and has the strongest neck of any newborn I have ever met.
Just 8 days later, on May 26th, baby A made her debut. She is tiny and petite and has the cutest cry ever. She has this adorable little dramatic whistle-like sound that she makes when she takes a breath as she cries. It is both heartbreaking and adorable all at once.
I have been pleasantly surprised by how much I want to be around these new little ones. I crave feeling their tiny bodies in my arms and listening to their sweet breaths and gentle coos. I am beyond grateful that their mothers are not stingy with the baby-time and allow me all the snuggle time I want. Honestly, I can't say I'd be the same way (hopefully I'll get a chance to work on that!)
The other day, my 4-year-old niece, J, sat on my lap and told my SIL, A, who was sitting right next to me that she was not her favorite aunt. No amount of persuading to make A "one of her favorite aunts" could change her mind. My SIL, W, who was sitting across the way from us asked (while pointing to herself), "J, who IS your favorite aunt?" J, nodded politely and then sat still until W laughed and the conversation seemed to be over. She then leaned in next to my ear and said in a loud whisper: "You are my only favorite aunt" and gave me a super big hug and made me promise not to tell. Although everyone sitting near me obviously heard her, none of them said a word. I guess they all realized how much I needed to hear that. And boy, how I LOVED hearing it. It ranks up there with the feeling I get when I walk into the house and they run to the front door happily yelling "MEEEEEEMMMMM!" and then tackle me in a huge hug.
I have one more SIL who is pregnant, due in Sept. This one I am struggling with. Although I'm not feeling the same way I did, I am still having a hard time with it all. We get a long just fine, but we haven't really talked about it at all. DH and his brother talked (no, really. There wasn't even yelling, or punches being thrown!) about it, and that is where it ended. DH and I have simply realized that there is nothing we can do about it, so we are trying to move on. He and I are currently in talks to negotiate another name. It may take a while. Names are really hard, especially when we were soooo emotionally tied to, and had planned on that name for nearly 5 years. We still may use it, but figured we'd at least try to find another name we like.
Why did I tell you all of this? I don't know. I guess I just needed to tell you that I am doing okay with all the babies around me and I'm not hiding in the pit of despair, like I tend to be doing when there are scarce postings to my blog. We didn't cut any family ties despite current events, and although we are hopeful that this current cycle is a success, we are trying not to focus on it too much. (although we all know how impossible that is. Especially when progesterone screws with your mind and turns you into a hormonal mess, full of emotional mood-swings, and crazy-vivid pregnancy dreams! EFF YOU, PROGESTERONE! YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE, AND I HATE EVERY LITTLE BIT OF YOU, unless you make a baby stick, in which case I will sing your praises until my dying day. Just so we're clear.)
If you'd like to share, I'd appreciate any input on boy baby names. We like traditional names, and my qualifying rule is: "Can you see his name as a Supreme Court Justice?" For example; Jacob, Andrew, Matthew, Brandon, etc. Of course none of those names work for us for varying reasons, but you get the point. Thank you in advance.
I was going to apologize for the length of this post, but then I figured, "my blog. I'll post as much as I like. So there." I guess you'll stop reading when you're bored... which was probably somewhere like, 10 minutes ago. =)
Yeah, you know I love you!