I invited the little sister of my bff to join me on a romp to a local weekend consignment sale -- sort of like throwing ourselves into a lion's den except this one has way too many plastic talking toys and a bunch of crazed moms with large shopping bags.
But who can pass up a consignment sale. They're cheap!!! And good!!! (Hooray for exclamation points!!!!!!). And my son has three rattles, a swing, and not much else to his name that fits him at a ridiculous 16lbs.
Funny thing, though, I never thought to invite my bff. The pregnant one. Who's due this summer. With a baby.
And then it hit me.
Oh shit. She's having a baby.
You see, I never really thought she'd have a baby. I knew she and the man wanted kids and I knew that of all the people that should have kids, it should be them. But time has passed. A lot (even she'll admit that). Hell. I got married, divorced, had a baby, married again and had another baby.
Still nothing from her loins.
And so I figured that all bets were off, and she'd just be the cool Aunt spoiling my kid with soy cheese tofu wraps. (Hey, what are cool vegetarian aunts for?).
Maybe it's because she was puking her guts up for a solid 6 months and still can't eat without a full blown analysis of said food product and the havoc it will wreak on her intestinal tract. Or maybe it's because I never thought it would happen.
But it hit me the other day when she asked to go to the consignment sale.
Why would she want to go?
Oh. Because she's having a baby.
And really, I couldn't be happier. That little rascal baby that's caused every single pregnancy symptom known to woman is one lucky little girl. I'm glad she finally talked her parents into letting her make an appearance.