That's right folks, the baby of our family, my little sister, is pregnant!! I've known for quite some time but haven't really been prepared to share until now. I am very happy for her as I know the journey to this place was less than easy. While we definitely had a shared camaraderie in our experiences of infertility, I am so happy that her trip down that road has taken a different turn. I love that our family is still growing, and I am so excited that my sister will get to experience the awesome ride of motherhood along with us now.
I had an incredibly special experience a couple of weeks ago. I got to go to her prenatal doctor's appointment. We heard the baby's heartbeat (nice and strong at 138-142) for a couple of minutes. It was, quite simply, amazing. I never got to experience that with my own son (and I am genuinely okay with that) but because of my sisters, I have been able to have small glimpses of what it's like to grow a baby inside your own body. I'm so thankful to both of them for letting me experience, vicariously, some of the special moments that infertility tried to take away. I felt very similarly when my older sister let me feel one of her contractions as she was beginning to go into labor with my now two-year-old niece. All of the children in my life are extremely special to me and I love that our family is so close that I can be a part of their lives even before they are born.
It's so odd for me, for the baby of our family to be pregnant. She's always been the one we all looked out for. Not that we don't/won't do that now but she's doing this thing - this amazing thing that's so much bigger than all of us, and that I've never done. Pregnancy and preparation for motherhood requires her to be very much grown up and it's such a strange, yet beautiful thing for me to watch. I love my family and my sisters more than words can possibly express. This is an exciting time for all of us and I am so very thankful for the many blessings we have.