As has been mentioned on this blog several times, I’m going to be an aunt in a matter of days. Smee is due on May 15 so we’re all waiting with breath that is baited.
Yesterday in particular was a weird one as Boy and I had made plans to play video games with my Brother-in-Law. We have a ritual that involves us all ploughing our way through Left 4 Dead 2 together on Mondays. Boy is Ellis, my Brother-in-Law is Nick and I am Miss Sassypants a.k.a. Rochelle. So last night, 8 o’clock rolls around and Boy and I are ready but B-I-L is nowhere to be found.
We page him on MSN. No response.
We page my Sister-in-Law on MSN. No response.
We call the house. No one answers.
Time starts to tick by.
“Do you think that they’re . . .?” I ask Boy.
“I don’t know,” he says, “maybe.”
The more time that goes by without hearing anything, the more convinced we become that my S-I-L went into labour early. After all, at one of her last check ups, they told her the baby was getting into position and was a decent size. Plus, it’s 5 days to the due date, right?
About two and a half hours later, the phone rings. I inhale sharply and start smiling like an idiot. Could she be here already? What is her name? What does she look like? There are so many questions to be answered.
And it is my BIL on the phone! But it turns out, he forgot we were supposed to play that night and they went out for dinner instead. No babies, except maybe food ones.
As an incredibly late baby myself (I was due mid August, but born early September), I felt bad about jumping the gun and getting all excited because I don’t want to drive the parents-to-be crazy, but in times like these, you can’t really help it. You get so swept up in the excitement!
So come on, you tiny awesome baby, stop faking us out and be born already! We’re all waiting out here to love you and give you presents! 😀