DIANA REPUBLIC

I found out last night that we are having a baby girl. I know I don’t look pregnant, I’m not. Oh, maybe that was misleading. Technically, my brother and his wife are having a baby girl. Whatever, we are having a baby girl, YEAH! We already have a baby boy and he is gifted and perfect and adorable as only my nephew could be.

When I found out that we were pregnant again, I admit I was hoping for a girl. Had I been the one bearing and parenting said child, I would not have wanted a girl. Girls terrify me. All my dogs have been boys for a reason. But from an “aunting” perspective this is awesome. I will now have one of each.

As I spoke to my brother last night and assured him that I would have been just as happy with a boy, Bob butted in to remind me that this isn’t about me. Oh, I, well, um, of course it isn’t. But then again isn’t it nice of my baby bro and his bride to supply me with a nice pair of children to work my “maternal” out with. If I can’t have little monsters of my own, this really is as good as it gets. The downside is that they live half way across the country. If they lived nearby, I would quit my job and be their nanny. I would take them to the zoo and go to their games and plays and….But they don’t so I will visit and spoil them rotten. I will send them gifts and record myself reading books to them. Bob and I will Skype them or Skype with them, I don’t know, web cams will be involved.

And if this new addition to our family is anything like her brother, I will fall head over heels in love. Her brother, my godchild, is one of my favorite people in the world and that is saying alot because I’ve only known him for a little over a year. I keep a picture of him in my mirror so that I can see his precious old man/little boy face each morning. I gravitate to the children’s section of stores now, looking for gifts. I cry each time I board a plane to leave him and each time he and his family pack up to leave me.

I have to wait until September to meet my niece. In the meantime, we have to come up with a name. I emailed my brother some suggestions last night. It isn’t like they are going to let me name her. My real responsibiltiy is to prevent them from naming her something awful. And lest you think that is not a huge responsibility, there was a time that someone was considering the name Dewey for my nephew. ‘Nuff said? These people need me.