I have waited a very, very long time for this day.
By rights, I can be called Aunt Kate at this very moment. There's a tiny, itty bitty peanut out there in the world with a shred of DNA code similar to mine who will someday, God willing, be my niece or nephew.
A little creature the size of a sesame seed who will make me smile, make me giggle, make me proud.
So should I be aunt like ahnt, the way they say it in Connecticut? Or aunt like ant, the way I grew up saying it in the Midwest? Will this be Hannah Maeve or Liam or Emma or Collin Forbes (can you tell my sister has a thing for Irish names?)?
I would cross all my fingers and toes if I could on this one.
Miscarriages run in my family - so we're all kind of treading lightly.
But if things go right, I could have a beautiful baby to dote on by the beginning of October.