My big sister and her husband are expecting a baby, as I've mentioned. A girl, due November 1st, whom we are calling Chloe.
I don't looove infants, but I am excited to be an auntie. Now when I take pictures, I imagine her looking at them someday and I will say, This is what your aunt Rebecca looked like putting on her makeup when she was seventeen and you were just some flutters in your mama's belly. (I saw her moving last week. It was weird but amazing.)
Rebecca knows what I'm talking about; she told me that she and her friend who came on vacation with us to the lake have been wanting to write a letter to Chloe.
Then I start to wonder if my aunts felt this way when my mom was pregnant with me? I don't think it could have been the same, because none of them are my aunts by blood. Which is not to say they don't love me, but it's gotta be different waiting for your own sister's baby, from her own body.