Let's try this again.
Well, it looks like it's time to dust off the auntie nametag again.
Since she's past the point where she was when she lost the first one, and she's been telling everyone she sees, I guess it's safe to let the cat out of the bag. Little Sis is pregnant.
I figured it wouldn't be long after my brother in law returned from Iraq that she would be with child again but jeez, this soon? He's not entirely out of the Marines yet (another 2 weeks)! To my sister's credit, she's been doing a good job of house hunting back here in Pennsyltucky while he's counting down his last days of servitude to Uncle Sam. Then again, that could be brought on more by the fact that she's been cooped up in the house with our mother for the last month.
No word on whether it's a girl or boy. Names have been picked out and a decorating scheme for the nursery (Little Sis and mom drove around town for 2 hours the other night looking for some bumble bee themed sheets.) is in place. It's already being hinted at that usually older sisters throw their younger sisters a baby shower. Guess I better get cracking, because, you know I lead such a busy life. Yeah. Right.
I'm happy for Little Sis. She wants to start having children so badly it hurts.
Me, well, I like kids. Maybe someday I'll have one or two. But right now, and God help me because these next words are going to sound extremely selfish but, why in the hell is it that my little sister is married and about to have children and I can't even get a guy to freaking return a phone call?!
On the plus side, I'll be able to get back at my sister through her kid when I take him/her out, fill them with chocolate, then return them without even looking back. Oh, and then there's the finger painting set I saw...