My sister has been pregnant for the last 9 months, so it should go without saying that eventually she would have a baby. But for some reason, it just didn't really register to me this time. The due date came and went; and we just kept going about our normal business. We went snowshoeing together, we went out to eat, we got sister pedicures.
A week after her due date, I was getting off the chair lift with a couple of friends when I got a text from Emi: she seemed to think the baby might be coming soon... the next thing I know, I'm back at home later that night watching Lady Gaga hatch out of an egg on T.V. and we get the call, "it's a boy!" A boy?! And he's here?! Oh my goodness! And it was Emi on the phone; she had just barely given birth and sounding amazingly well. The babe's name is Theodore Laurence and, in honor of his Spanish and Italian heritage, they're calling him Teo (pronounced tayo; the Spanish/Italian nickname for Theodore).
I've met him three times now and I think I can say with surety that, for one, he is real and he is here and secondly, that I know we will be great friends. Welcome baby!