And last but not least my third person I'm thankful for. My "baby sister" (I call her my baby sister…

And last but not least my third person I'm thankful for.

My "baby sister" (I call her my baby sister because she's the youngest but she's actually 14 years old). She wasn't so excited at first to hear I was pregnant, her reason was because I wasn't married (she's so wise), but it didn't take her too long to get really excited and eager to meet her nephew. She would remind me 5-6 times a day that I was going to have a baby (that's how excited she was). The night I went in for the cervidil was rough for her because she really doesn't like to see me in pain. She didn't get much sleep. The next morning she stood on the side lines taking everything in while I gave birth to her nephew. As soon as he was out she rushed to the table where they did the initial tests and procedures and kept close watch over her little buddy. She's a watcher, she takes everything in and then makes her decision on what to do. The first time I saw her holding her nephew I broke down in tears. Why? Because she was so happy to have a new responsibility and a new face to help take care of. I can't wait to watch these two grow and I look forward to what wisdom my baby sister can pass on to my son.