So a few weeks ago, I was talking to my mother when she mentioned that I should talk to my brother. She didn't say it excitedly but she did say it twice and I was like "Oh why, is he having a baby or something?" So I call my brother and we talk for about 20 minutes (not hearing anything he is saying because I am waiting for the important news to be delivered) before he confirms that him and his wife are having a baby.
Now when your baby brother tells you he is becoming a dad, a girl, who in this case happens to be me, can't deny that she is indeed an adult and indeed within child bearing years and that is a scary fact for a person like me. Sometimes I like to think I am still a kid so the possibility of having a kid when you think you are kid is a hard thing to process. But that computer brain of mine processed the fact that my baby brother is old and I am old and he, in a few short months is going to have this life he is responsible for. While I was completely happy for him I couldn't help but realize that I can no longer fool myself into thinking I am a kid. If my brother can have a kid so can I and so while his news was joyful it also made me scared. Like, Oh shit, I must be getting old if my brother is producing offspring.
In true sibling rivalry, this news of a child came about the same time I was to adopt my dog so not to let my brother steal my thunder or anything, I called my mom and told her she was going to be a grandmother twice over (she gasped) and I then said I hope she didn't mind the "hairy" variety of baby and the kind that has 4 legs. My mom, who loves dogs, congratulated me. Suffice to say, my mother is excited to meet both of her grandchildren. That tiny little refection of my brother and that hairy blonde reflection of me, Moses.
So when I heard the news of my brother's baby I didn't immediately post it or anything because it was early. They had just found out about it. Today I talked to my brother and his wife is 12 weeks along. Well, you know he is a guy and he couldn't tell me exactly but luckily I talked to my mom and she confirmed two months along. The baby is due January 22nd. That is a week before my brother's wives' birthday (She is going to get screwed on her birthday....nothing but baby clothes).
What I can't believe is my mom, who kept the secret until my brother told me himself. I mean that woman must have been bursting at the seams not to have said anything. Mum is not so good with keeping secrets. Most of the time she tells you what your Christmas or birthday gift is before the occasion. She just gets excited so I was very impressed she didn't say anything.
So there it is...I am going to be an Aunt once again...I have only had my dog for two weeks but if having a kid is anything like owning a dog that brother of mine better gets some sleep while he can. I am totally exhausted these days but I must admit I never knew you could love an animal so much. I wonder if kids are the same way? Hum?
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