Not every post has to be about food or kids. Okay, not MY kids, anyway.
So...ya remember my sister? The one married to a jerk? In previous blog entries, we referred to her as #1.
Well, that sister's water broke last night at around 8pm. I was at Monday night bowling and heard from Oompa that she was meeting my sister and brother-in-law at the hospital.
I stayed up all night long - I did trudge over to the bed around three-thirty this morning, but the anticipation of my niece's impending arrival effectively kept me from the deep sleep that renders me functional for the remainder of the day, so please forgive any run-on sentences or other grammatical errors. I'm not all here today and I'm a bit zombie-ish, but still wanted to share with everyone some very wonderful news.
My niece arrived this morning at 6:44am after 10 hours of waiting and countless texts between Oompa and I. Oompa was there before and during the birth and for the cutting of the cord. My brother-in-law doesn't do well in hospital rooms, so my mother was, for the second time, able to witness the birth of her fifth grandchild.
Both my sister and the baby are doing just fine. Brother-in-law also doing fine.
I took a nap as soon as the first picture came through. She's adorable. Full head of hair. Big, round, alert eyes. Teeny-tiny little fingers. Swaddled in the new-baby blanket that every single hospital in the United States has a patent on. And the little pink hat they put on her head to keep her warm. Those widdle, teensy toes, too!
My uterus is tingling, guys. Oh, my God.
Not too much, though. It'll pass. I just SO miss when mine were that small. The thought of nibbling on their toes NOW, at their ages, truly sickens me and simply wouldn't be right. LOL.
I'll just enjoy being an Aunt. If we're counting my Godchild, we'll say I've now got three beautiful nieces and my one nephew. All are happy, in good health and I couldn't ask for more.
I am very, very blessed, indeed.