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I LOVE BABIES!

I don't know what it is about them that I adore so much. Maybe it runs in my family, too. I remember my uncle who is also my godfather coming to see my children when they were born. He loved to smell them. He is our Pied Piper, too. All of the children love him. My grampy was the same way. Loved the kids. He would tell me he used to carry me around in his pocket or that he found me in a cabbage patch wrapped up in a cabbage leaf. When my baby sister had her son, I was there with her in the labor and delivery room and got to see him born. He was SO TINY. Just 6 lbs, 13 oz and 18 in. long when he was born. A shock full of red hair on top. I loved him the moment I set my eyes on him.

When my nephew was a baby and would be inconsolable, I would hold him and soothe him. My mom started calling me the baby whisperer because I was the only one who could calm him. At the time, I was pregnant with my middle son. They are a little over 5 months apart in age and best of friends. Now, my nephew and little sister live in MN and my son misses his "cuz" very much. My son loves babies, too. He could always be found with the babies taking care of them when he was in day care.

Tonight, I got a call from my brother. Any time I get a call from people I don't hear from much in that manner of contact, I have a moment of "uh-oh" run through my body. This time, though, he called to tell me that he and his wife are 6 weeks pregnant. I was overcome by this news and started to cry. He was so cute, "Oh, Heath, you're crying. She's crying (he says to his wife)." My little brother LOVED my little sister; he doted on her and cared for her from the moment she was born. He was great with our half brothers when they were born and wonderful with my children in the times he's been with them. He and his wife have two nephews in CA that they have had the opportunity to spend a lot of time with as well. For years, they'd said they didn't think they wanted children. Two years ago, our older sister had a child. When that happened, I think that changed things for my brother and his wife. Shortly after our niece was born, my brother and his wife started to work on having a child of their own. They conceived and miscarried on their first pregnancy. This time, though, he is sure they will be blessed with a full-term baby.

Their hope is for a little girl. He said they'd like to maybe call her Heather. She is due August 2, 2011. She'll be a Leo just like her Auntie Heathie. Regardless of her name or his if the baby is a boy, I am sure the love this child will receive being born into our family will be immense. To hear how ecstatic my brother is and know that the love he and his wife have for one another has been knit together in her womb to form a child of their making is some of the best news. They will be wonderful parents. And as my little brother said, "we are blessed!" Yes, Jay-bird! That you are! May your blessings abound!

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