Just call me Auntie
Last week my younger sister told me she was pregnant. My younger sister, the baby, the one that we still take care of. And, this was an oops. She’s not married and she’s just getting her life back together after breaking up with her lying, cheating asshole of a boyfriend. Luckily, it’s not the asshole ex that is the father, it’s her new boyfriend of about 8 months. I was really taken aback when she told me. At that point, they hadn’t decided what to do. So when she told me that they had decided they were having it and they are going to get married, I was actually surprised that I really felt like she made a good decision. She hasn’t told my parents yet (that’s going to be interesting), because they want to get past the first trimester and then tell my parents they are getting married and then drop the baby news. My parents will be ecstatic. They have been bugging us about grandkids for years.
And I am tripping out at myself, because I am truly excited about this. I think my sister will be a great mom and I know I am going to be the coolest auntie on the planet. I can’t wait to find out if it’s going to be a girl or a boy. I’m hoping for a boy (I’m so backwards Asian sometimes). But I am sure if it’s a girl, I’ll still be the doting auntie, just don’t expect me to buy her anything pink. Unless of course, it’s Hello Kitty stuff. Then all bets are off.
