Oh Don’t Mind Me, The Bitter Aunt

I somehow missed a call and a voicemail yesterday. When I checked my phone and saw that my brother had called, I just about jumped right out of my skin. Normally I have far less extreme reactions when I miss a call, particularly from my little brother, but I have been expecting a very important call from him and his wife.

My entire family has been anxiously waiting for the arrival of their first baby-a girl!!-that’s due TODAY. My first niece!

As I fumbled to check my voicemail, shaking and almost in happy tears, I heard my brother say, “Nothing’s happening yet. Give me a call when you get a chance.”

The official word from the doctor is that she will be induced on Friday night.

While I love living in Knoxville, it is times like these that being eight hours from family just SUCKS. Sorry for the salty language there, but no other words can really capture the sucktitude of living far from home. I would love to be able to hop in the car after she’s born just so I can see her. Instead I’ll be relying on grainy cell phone pictures and descriptions from other family members about her perfectness.

I’m going to miss holding her in the hospital, bringing a meal to two exhausted new parents, and basically being close enough to become a fixture in my niece’s life. We’ll be the people that visit once or twice a year, virtual strangers greeted from behind the safe legs of my brother and his wife.

We’ve been preparing our children, Carson and Ella, for this new babies arrival.

“You’ll be cousins!” we’ve explained.  “You’ll have so much fun playing together!”

Well, you’ll play together once between Thanksgiving and New Years and if you’re lucky, once in the summer.

Oh, now I just sound bitter.  And I’m not bitter.  My brother and I are very close and I just wish that our kids could grow up together.  I’m SO THRILLED that I’m going to get the privilege of being an aunt.

Since it IS my brother’s child, I cannot wait to institute a little toy recycling revenge.  In just a few short years, they’ll be getting that 200 piece marble game they sent to my children as gift.  They’re going to LOVE it, just like I did.

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