I'm going to be an auntie! And not just any auntie either but a groovy one. Yes my brother and his wife are expecting their first little one in May next year.
"I've got good news," my Parental Unit says. My subconscious gut reaction from the grin on her face: Cheryl's expecting. "I'm becoming an apple,"
"I'm sorry, what the?"
"I'm becoming an apple," she repeated.
"What sour and bitter?" I paused. "Gods you really walked into that one!
After she stopped laughing, my conscious brain was yet to get the joke so Mum tried again. "What's you're favourite apple?"
"Granny Smith. OOOH."
Yes, in May my mother will have her first grandchild to dote on. She adores kids - so do I providing they're actual kids (preferably 7 upwards) and I'm allowed to spoil them rotten. Babies crap, spew and scream too much for my liking but they seem to like Mum. Which is good as I know she's going to be doing a lot of babysitting. I kind of hope it's a girl but aunt's are groovy regardless, right?
Not that I've ever felt any pressure but the knowledge that the family line is secure pleases me. I'm not the mothering type and as I'm destined to be a cat lady, the knowledge that my brother is expecting a sprog couldn't come at a better time.
I'm going to be auntie!