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Waiting to welcome sweet, little One and Two

Posted: September 15, 2011 11:31 a.m.
Updated: September 16, 2011 5:00 a.m.

As it turns out, I will be an aunt by the end of the year -- not once, but twice.

Yes, both of my sisters are expecting little girls. Baby Number One is due in October and Baby Number Two is due in December. Perhaps I should note that because I’m already confusing the names of my soon-to-be-nieces -- Kaitlyn and McKayla -- I’ve found it much easier to just temporarily refer to them as “One” and “Two.”

Clearly, I’m going to be a great aunt.

I, for one, can’t wait for the babies to get here -- and I’m not just saying that because I long for the days when I can finally talk to my sisters about anything other than baby showers, their inability to lay down comfortably and child-birthing terms that make me want to vomit.

The only thing better than seeing the look on my dad’s face when he realizes that he’s probably facing at least another 10 to 12 years of ballet and piano recitals is being able to babysit, play with and spoil the new babies with clothes, toys and birthday and Christmas gifts.

Granted, I have five nieces and nephews from John’s side of the family whom I’ve absolutely adored since meeting them five years ago. But they’re growing up now.

I doubt that my 14-year-old nephew would respond well to me wanting to dress him up in a tiny bat costume for Halloween. And something tells me that my 16-year-old niece wouldn’t let me take her to the park to play on the swings. Not to mention they’re all taller than me now.

So, yes, I’m probably much more excited than I should be to finally have an opportunity to see my nieces grow up. Because while I love children, I’ve never really spent much time around babies -- and by “much time,” I really mean that I’ve never spent any time around babies.

As an added bonus, I’d like to think of the impending arrivals of “One” and “Two” as a kind of test drive for me and my husband, John. If I’m able to keep them alive while babysitting them for a few hours, then that’ll be a nice little boost of confidence to what I’ve feared are my non-existing maternal instincts.

And once the tantrums start, I can always send the kiddies back home to their parents.

It’s kind of a win-win situation -- for me, that is.

Family has always been such an important part of my life. And while my family has grown within the past two years, I look forward to watching it continue to grow and creating many more memories.

And, sure, while I’ve already elected to stay in the hospital lobby instead of going into the delivery room with either of my sisters -- again, another situation that will make me want to vomit -- that doesn’t mean I’m any less excited about my sisters bringing home their little pooping and screaming bundles of joy in just a few months.


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