The stork visits my sister

After years of yearning my little sister (although she is taller than me and not far off 30) is having a baby. I am so excited. I don't think I was this excited at my own pregnancies. It's funny how things work out. I was struggling with a worrying amount of broodiness. Frankly the only things that should be broody around here are my hens! I was never broody before I had my two but felt it just after having A. It lasted a good while and almost came to fruition. Sadly it was not to be. But just lately every baby I have cuddled and seeing pregnant women in the street bring that primal yearning. Frankly I am no virgin mother and would never wish for the new messiah. But if I found myself pregnant it would be a blooming miracle! It still didn't stop me looking into prams wheeled passed and cooing over other women's little bundles of joy. Just when I was starting to worry, along comes C and her bountiful womb :) I am to be an aunt (again, I have four wonderful niece/nephews but alas they live a fair way away) C seems to have changed with it all. She has a glow about her and a smile on her lips. She has lost the slight pained look she would carry with her. She will be a wonderful Mother and frankly I am looking forward to being a besotted Aunt.
I couldn't resist a Giant Peter Rabbit in the local supermarket last week and C spent all day hugging it to herself squeaking my little one has a bunny! I'm still not sure if the excitement was for the baby or for the bunny.....
Happy times