I adore my nephew. I would give my life for him because I love him so and because I’ve no children of my own, he is the closest I’ll ever come. (I’m no weirdo. I do not – nor ever have – fantasized or pretended that he is MY child.)
My nephew needs a sibling. He is, because of all of us who love him, a spoiled boy and would do well to have a life-long buddy with whom to share everything with.
My sister and her hubby have been working on it for some time and as much warmth as it gives me to say she shared last night she learned yesterday morning is 6 1/2 weeks pregnant, I am equally (as usual) as heartbroken.
She was terrified to tell me. But we are sisters and she knew she had to share her news. In terms of our family, she & I pretty much only have each other.
She told me in a panic. By sending me a text message which included the sonogram photo and an apology for delivering the news that way but admitting she didn’t know how to do so.
I was 10 minutes away from meeting a friend for dinner. Which I can now tell you is not enough time to recover from the shock.
I know she didn’t mean to hurt me. I believe 100% she had no idea how to tell her only & big sister that her dreams of adding a sibling for my nephew are coming true, while my heart aches for even one child – an ache that cannot be fulfilled.
I know I will love and spoil the new baby. I know my heart will hold lots of pride for him or her.
But I also know my heart can not be filled by my sisters wonderful news. Her news that where there was one, there are now two.