Welcoming the Heir to the Throne

I'm beginning to think Blogger hates me. I keep trying to load pictures to no avail. I'm beginning to get a tad frustrated. But it's OK, I'm going to be an aunt! (Hey, what do you know! It finally worked! Add your own caption...Mine is "The Princess and The Farm Wife." She did bring more sensible shoes to wear around the farm, but I loved these.) It's funny how much that phrase seems to be permeating my thinking today. It was the first thing I thought when I woke up this morning. It was the first thing Husband and I talked about...And I'm not even the one who brought it up!

To be fair and truthful, I already am an aunt (when I read that it sounds like "Adam Ant"). To Husband's eldest brother's children. The oldest was born while Husband and I were dating, so I've been there from the beginning. But there is a big difference between your sister-in-law having children, and your sister having children...At least in my case. My Grandmother once said there is a great deal of difference in how you relate to your daughter's children compared to how you relate to your daughter-in-law's children. I think that is also true.

At any rate, I'm already making plans. I have to send Princess my Girlfriend's Guide to Pregnancy, and What to Expect When You're Expecting, and I need to pick out rock'n'roll material for a baby blanket (just for Big Daddy Axl, who is a rock star!!), and then I must shop for super cute maternity clothes for the fasionista, and then I must learn to knit so I can make the newest love of our lives something truly adorable, and then I should get the blanket Princess began cross stitching for Baby Girl 5 years ago, and finish it for the Heir to the Throne...Yes, that's what I'll call the baby...HT for short. I think I may need to calm down, or I won't make it until December.

When I got off the phone with Princess last night, I had to call Mama (or the Queen Mother as someone recently called her). She answered and said, "And how are you?" You know how you can tell when someone is grinning ear to ear over the phone...We both were. We were just a few inches from being giggling third graders.

Then I sent Husband an E-mail at work that very closely resembled the previous post. His response? "is it mine" I told you, the boy's just not right. Just ask his mother-in-law. She'll attest to it.