Baby on the Brain

Remember the Beanie Babies fad? The toy/financial investment that was going to create millionaires.  How is that working out for everyone? Do you now have a mansion or a house filled with Beanie Babies? 

Speaking of babies, there are a couple of them popping up (or out) in my family this year. Two weeks ago, my brother and sister in law welcomed a little stud. Also in just a few weeks time, we will welcome the arrival of my other brother and other sister in law’s bundle of joy (gender is pending).  

There is nothing more beautiful than watching your siblings become parents. They become more responsible, more loving, more distracted and more of a home body – what do you mean we need to hang out with your child on a Saturday night? 

I am a big fan of the Auntie role. Nieces and nephews are the best kind of entertainment – free; limited time offer, with rewards and a guaranteed good night’s sleep. 

I would rather maintain my title as Auntie, but according to some residents I am behind…

In Hey, Baby, I Don’t Got Your Money, I didn’t have the cash. Today, I didn’t have the baby. 

I accidentally did a little shopping over the weekend. I wanted to mindlessly browse and and clear my head. So naturally, I ended up with four bathing suits, a couple tops and a pair of pants – thank goodness for pay day that Friday. I fell in love with a long sleeved top. It was over priced and I wore it with overconfidence. 

Monday morning I had a resident approach my desk and out of the blue ask, “how is your love life?” 

I paused for a moment and asked, “sorry?”

He repeated himself, but I knew what he had said, I was just stalling until I knew how to respond. He proceeded with a beautiful story involving a couple who fell in love in college and bluntly stated, “so get on it.” 

I giggled to myself and went on with my day, without realizing what was ahead. 

Later on that afternoon, a resident approached me and asked, “when are you going to have a kid? Tomorrow?”

I wish I would have asked if that is how quickly it happens.  

Then even later on in the evening, when I was working at another facility, I entered a resident’s room. She was busy at the time so I told her I would return as I had something to tell her. She perked up, “you’re pregnant?!”

Was my new shirt giving off the wrong message? Did someone tape a “I’m pregnant” sign to my back? Is my greasy face giving me a glow? 

Whatever the case, I think this is the perfect time to announce….

I’m heading on vacation next week so there will not be a blog post 🙂