Nothing (much) To Report

I couldn’t help but notice that my posts seems to be about one or more of the following:

• Drinking
• Sex
• Going abroad

So, I thought I would prove to you, the public on the interweb and myself that I can write coherantly about other stuff. Here goes.

I became an aunty on the 10th August and what a jolly weird experience it was too. Just finding out that my sister was pregnant was like a “that’s it - your childhood is over” kinda moment. She’s only 3 years older than me, and the thought of having a child in 3 years time scares the pants off me (and then hastily back on again). I was sad that it would mean she’d have to be very grown up and sensible from now on. I thought we’d never have just simple sister moments again, and that she’d always be gurgling to or talking about the imminent new arrival. Yes, I know…how selfish of me, I am hanging my head in shame as I write this.

Seeing her 9 months pregnant, it still didn’t really sink in that there was actually a BABY in there. Finally getting the call of my Mum that she’d had the baby and had been taken into the big nasty hospital instead of the nice local one brought out an auntyness in me I didn’t expect. I rushed there with Mum to go and see if she was OK and if there was anything we could do and nothing could prepare me for what I saw there - that wasn’t my sister!

The traumatic “birthing experience” had really knocked her for six, and I had no idea what to say to her or even if she really wanted us there. She didn’t even look like herself, more like an injured animal left on the side of the road. Toby (the baby) was lovely and very snoozy which was just aswell as I don’t cope well when they start crying.

Seeing him last Sunday was really odd - he’s stopped looking all newborn like now. He looks like a *proper* baby with chubby cheeks and has even started smiling (when he’s not hungry and screaming). And I needn’t have worried about her turning into some baby-obsessed thing. We went out without the baby and got lost somewhere in the car and it was just like old times - horray!

So yeah, being an aunty isn’t all that bad. When he’s a bit older I’ll be plying him with blue panda pop and fizzy cola bottles before handing him back to her. hehehehe.