Holy CRAP! I REALLY AM going to be an UNCLE!

This past Sunday my mom and my sister’s mother-in-law planned a mini baby shower for just the family so that my sister could get a jump start on all the things she needs for the babies.  Since Beth was put on bed rest so early, they had to cancel the plans for a big, all-out shower with family and all of her friends because there was simply no way she could attend it.

But as the days and months went on, Beth suddenly realized that she needed those things.  Baby clothes, baby towels, blankets, bibs, bassinets, bowls, bottles… everything in twos (or more), and just about anything and everything else that starts with the letter “B” and then some.

So the Grandmas went into full panic mode, which means they calmly contacted all of our cousins and my brother-in-law’s cousins and family and got the word out that a “mini” shower would be held at my Beth and Geoff’s house.  Thankfully, everyone came through with flying colors.

Now usually baby showers aren’t my thing.  I may be gay, but the whole process of opening gifts and everyone going “Awwwww it’s another blankie!” or “Awwww isn’t that cuuuute?  A breast pump!”  gets a little weird for me.  So I initially didn’t plan on going to the mini-shower because, for one, I figured it would be like that; and for another, I kind of wasn’t invited.  (The original intention was to have all the female members of the family there.)

But then reality hit me like a sledgehammer:

“Hey dumbass, you’re these babies’ uncle.  You need to be there.

Which was followed by the shining realization:

“HOLY CRAP!  I REALLY AM GOING TO BE AN UNCLE!”

Granted, I’m not the ONLY uncle, but I AM the ONLY uncle on my sister’s side of the family.  And that carries a hell of a lot of responsibility.  Which included getting my uncle-butt over to my sister’s house to be at her shower, with a gift in tow.

I wanted to get her something she really needed, so I called my mom for guidance.  She told me they still needed a second bassinet, so I placed the order and scheduled it to be delivered to their house.  It didn’t make it in time for the shower, so I printed out a picture of it and put it in the card I brought, with a note saying it would probably be delivered very soon.  It arrived today.

The shower itself was really nice.  I saw some of my cousins that I haven’t seen in quite a while and a few other people I hadn’t seen in a very long time.  Mom made barbeque beef, which was delicious and there was a lot of food for everyone to go around.  My cousin brought her daughters and everyone enjoyed playing with and holding the baby.

Beth stayed in her recliner almost the whole time.  She’s a 30 weeks now and is starting to get uncomfortable very quickly.  The babies are moving around a LOT, which of course is wonderful news.  They’re healthy and very much on schedule.   At their last ultrasound, Baby “A” was determined to be just over three pounds and Baby “B” was just shy of three pounds.  Six pounds of baby and more to come.  Yikes.

It’s just amazing to see this happening to my little sister.  It’s been such a difficult road to get to this point– from failures to successes to scary moments to hopeful happiness.  She’s so ready to have those babies, and we’re all excited to have them, too.  But we want to have them when they’re ready– and not a moment sooner.

And when they do arrive, their Uncle Rick will be there with Grandma Jill, probably crying our eyes out with joy.

I probably won’t be having any kids of my own, so these little girls are all I have.  I want them to know that their Uncle Rick is going to love them unconditionally and will be a big part of their lives.

It’s still hard for me to wrap my brain around the idea that I’m going to be an uncle very soon.  But I think when the moment arrives, I’m going to be the best darn uncle those little girls could ever have wished for.  They deserve it, and so does their Mom and Dad.  And with their Grandmas here on earth and their Grandpas in heaven watching over them, they are going to be so very loved.

Pretty lucky little kids, I’d say.

All is right with the world (for now!)

My car is fixed and running better than ever. In fact it’s like a brand-new car– the clutch is so sensitive I practically have to re-learn how to drive it!  It’s wonderful.

My sister is home from the hospital and resting peacefully.  She and the babies are healthy.  This weekend I’m taking my mom to see her, and we’re both looking forward to it.

One of my friends had a string of bad luck as well– his cat died and is iPod was stolen.  Last night my friends and I got together for his birthday and gave him his present:  a new iPod and lots of love and support. 

Bad things happen in big bunches.  But eventually, everything seems to right itself and things don’t seem so bad. 

Let’s hope that all stays right with the world from now until the end of the year (at least).  As we enter the holiday season, I think that’s all we can ask for!

A stressful day

Tuesday was supposed to be a joyous day.

My sister was scheduled to go for her 20-week ultrasound.  It was at this appointment where they would discover the sexes of her twin babies, and (hopefully) find out how well they were progressing.

They got those answers– but they didn’t expect the news that followed.

First of all, she is having two girls.  We are thrilled beyond belief.  And for all intents and purposes, the babies are healthy.

But complications have arisen.  I don’t want to go into the gruesome details here– for our privacy and for your sake as well– but suffice it to say that had she not been at the hospital already for her ultrasound, there is a good chance that something worse could have happened.

Once the complication was noted, she was rushed into the hospital, tested, medicated, and is now resting–which she will pretty much be doing for the rest of her pregnancy.

For the rest of us in the family, the time between the initial announcement of the complication and getting her into the hospital so they could actually call and tell us what was going on seemed like a lifetime.  Details were pretty sketchy, and our hearts were racing a mile a minute.  We didn’t know if the babies were OK.  We didn’t know if she was OK.  We weren’t even sure which hospital she was at, so we couldn’t call anyone.

In my own case, the day at work was stressful enough to begin with.  My co-worker was out sick, and I had an enormous project I had to complete before I left for the day.  It was one of those tedious, repetitive things that require a lot of concentration but not a lot of creativity.  It was perfect for how I felt that day.  I just focused on the work and shut out all other distractions and thoughts.  It helped a lot.

Tomorrow my sister goes for another ultrasound at the hospital, as well as a lot of other tests.  As I alluded to earlier, she will be on bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy– which means I probably will not see her at Thanksgiving.  But I think we all can agree that this is the best for all concerned– her and those precious babies.  I know how badly she wants them, and believe me, we all want them for her just as badly.

So please, keep my sister, her husband, and our family in your prayers for the next few days.  We can use all the good luck we can get right now.  And that would be the best Thanksgiving wish anyone could give us.

And while you’re praying for us… pray for strength!  We’re all going to need it.