Remember that one time I posted about having more babies? Turns out I don't need to worry about it.
My sisters have taken care of that for me.
Now I am the only biological sister that isn't with child. (Kelli isn't either, as far as I know, but since she isn't technically a sister, she doesn't count. But I count her as a sister, just so you know.)
That's right, Jill is with child, as is Meg.
Meg didn't even tell me. Even when we went to lunch together and I had to drop her off at her Ladytown doctor and I jokingly said I felt like I was dropping her off for an abortion. Even when we were at Lake Mead with her for a week. Even when I told her she shouldn't be holding Gretta in her condition, ha ha. Even when I told her her boobs looked big and her face was breaking out and she was peeing like every 2 minutes instead of every 5.
Do you feel guilty yet, Meg?
I love it! I love that I "knew" and she was stubborn enough to keep it a secret until she was ready to tell. I love that I have 2 new family members on the way that I get to spoil and love and adore. I love that even though I am the only barren sister, I'm totally okay with that.
And I love my sisters. All 3 of them.