I have watched my sister’s pregnancy from over a thousand miles away until this week. I talked her through registering, through glucose tests and through buying nursing bras. Now I’m able to be here in person with her, her husband and her ever growing belly and the excitement I feel is overpowering. I want to sing and dance and shout “YOU’RE HAVING A BABY! THEY’RE SO FUN! YAY BABIES!” but I’ve attempted to contain my enthusiasm. I’ve also attempted to contain the advice. OH THE ADVICE. I’m sure my sister has had an absolute earful of it from everyone she works with, all of her friends and her extended family. Cody gave me stern instructions to keep my thoughts to myself because despite my every belief, it’s not my pregnancy, my baby and no, I do not in fact know best.
That Cody, he’s a smart guy.
Yet still I feel all this advice bubbling over, not only for my sister but for any first time mom, so I wrote it down. That way anyone can choose to read it and ignore it and later say “That Casey, she was so right. I wish I would have listened/I’m so glad I listened.”
The only thing I was pushy on was maternity photos. I told her she had to waddle up here and get them done or she’d regret it. So yesterday we wandered around my dad’s yard and I captured a few photos of her belly at 39.5 weeks. She’s a lovely little pregnant lady with the most adorable bump, even if she feels as big as a house and as uncomfortable as a hippo in a girdle.