happy and happier

My sister has five boys (except she kinda has six, it's just that one of her boys is a lot bigger than the others.)  She is also pregnant with her sixth child.  Last night, last night! she went to get a peak at this little babe.  And then she called me right away (because that is what sisters do, don't you know?).  I had been waiting all night, so when Courtney he asked me in a very urgent voice, "what time was Jodi going in?",  I said (in a very urgent voice), "SIX!"  And then he said, "You just missed a phone call!"  You can bet I ordered him on a dead run to find my phone, which he obediently did.  Sure enough, it was Jodi.  As you might imagine, I called her as fast as my little finger could find the right button, only to find she didn't answer.  On the phone, I was sure.  Just to make sure that she knew I was now available, I called three more times in the next 3 minutes.  Just so she knew.  When that didn't work, I left a message that said, "Jodi, I AM DYING!"  Much to my relief, she called me back right away. 

Can I just say that one can only understand the drama of this evening if one has a multitude of either girls OR boys.  If you have one of each, you just can't understand the magnitude of this moment.  Just my personal opinion, that is all.

So.  When she asked me how I was doing, I wanted to say, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"   Because who has time for small talk at times like this?

Not one to beat around the bush, I cut to the chase and asked, "Wellllllllllllll!  What is it?"

And then she said, "What do you think?"

I, of course (ever the optimist) replied, "A girl, of course!"

To which she replied,














"IT IS!" 

There were a whole lot of happy people last night.  I'm not yet decided about who is happiest, but you can bet we have a Pink Party already in the making.