It was almost 21 years ago when, for two straight weeks, I would barrel out of bed the second the phone rang in the morning, and would blurt out the same question in rapid-fire excitement as soon as the receiver was gripped in my hand: “Is it time?” My big sister was preggers with my first niece, and being the youngest of four, I was so unbelievably stoked to finally have someone younger than me to boss around (priorities right!). Growing up, my dear sweet niece was almost like a little sister; I oohed and awed over her as a baby, grew increasingly annoyed with her as she found her own voice, realized she was a pretty awesome chick, held every one of her accomplishments in high esteem, and loved her every step of the way.
One of those special moments forever captured between my niece and I on my wedding day
And so yesterday morning, deja vu struck me hard. The braces and bony pre-teen butt may have been gone, but the excitement was back. I gripped the phone tight, the butterflies in my belly wanting to take flight and waited for my niece to answer. As soon as I heard her groggy voice on the line (it was kind of early) that same question I had asked her mom 21 years prior was again bursting from my lips: “Is it time?”
My beautiful niece is preggers, and yesterday, on my moms birthday, it was her due date, but it wasn’t time. This morning, however, a day when my phone was inadvertently turned off, and I didn’t check Facebook until after 11 a.m., my niece went into labour. Well now doesn’t that just figure! As soon as I saw her post (which was made 6 hours prior!) I gasped. Ohmygawd! Ohmygawd! Ohmygawd!
I am going to be a great auntie 😀
5:30 p.m. BG before: 7.6 (2 Swedish Berries)
Temp. basal: -50 per cent
Distance: 7 km
Average pace: 6:07 min/km
6:30 p.m. BG after: 3.9
That run was tough! My calves felt like they were in a raging fire they were burning so bad, and my feet were clomping all over the place, and I felt like I just couldn’t keep a good pace, which was annoying the heck out of me, and my head was so not in the game, and the cherry on top: bad belly issues. Oh joy … guess they can’t all be perfect hey.