What I really mean by that is that my sister had her baby (yesterday). I'm an aunt! The funny thing about that is that it makes me seem like the one that matters and did work ("Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!"). But I'm not a first time mother. I didn't carry a growing human being in my body for nine months. I didn't go through labor or give birth. Mostly I just watched all of that. I get, however, to claim all of your congratulations for having a fertile and willing sister and brother-in-law. Thanks :) I had something to do with that.
It was a natural home birth, as that's how our family tends to roll. Aunts, grandmothers, mothers, sisters, a father, and good friends were present. The day was filled with good pictures, good quotes, good friends, good vibes, and good wishes. Also, a lot of really hard work and a great reward. The labor went well. We decided that it started at approximately 1 am, became labor labor around 9 o'clock in the morning, and le bebe was born at 1:48 in the afternoon. It was a little girl, she weighed 7 pounds and 10 ounces, and was 21 inches long. Ridiculously cute. Naturally. She's related to me, so of course I think she's adorable (plus, we share genes, how could she not be cute? (I'm just kidding (mostly))). The mother is fine, she tore a bit and needed to be stitched up, but not bad. Grandma and Grandpa are very excited, as are all the tiny little uncles and aunts. Basically, it was one exciting day, and we're very grateful for it.
Congratulations, Sister and Brother Dearest :) Good work.
P.S. I want you all to know that my sister was positive it would be a girl. It was. I also want you to know that she told me she was pretty sure "this baby is coming on the 22nd." It did.
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