"Betty and Francine Have Done It..."

It all started when Phebe told me how she scolds her ovaries sometimes because she cannot seem to get pregnant. Too much information? Too bad. And then we decided to name them. Because we are funny sisters. And there you have it, Phebe's ovaries are named Betty and Francine. And the quote in the title is the first thing Phebe said when I called her back this afternoon because she wanted to know "what my plans were over Thanksgiving break."

MY SISTER IS PREGNANT!!!!!!!

Phebe swore to me that when she found out she would call ME first. And she has made me proud, because she called me once, I was at the gym, then called again, I was still at the gym, and then I called her back because for some reason she REALLY wanted to know what my plans were. She has not told her co-workers or other friends. Well, actually, she DID tell her husband. But I think that I will probably let that slide.

So we talked about those things you talk about when you first hear about a baby on the way. When he/she is due, how she feels, blah, blah, blah. And it was all VERY exciting. We talked about how certain parts of the baby were growing. Wrists included. There are precious little wrists growing! I cannot WAIT until I meet this ultimate precious pie and see the wrists.

I will be spoiling this preciousness. 

Good ol' Betty and Francine:)

She also said she wanted me to be in the delivery room. In my heart I say YES! YES! YES! But in my head I said NO. NO. NO.  My head knows that I can't handle those environments. I would faint within, eh, I'd give it 2 minutes of being in there. WAY too many fainting stories. Two times because I was watching surgery. Therefore, I have made an executive decision to stay away from delivery rooms. Until I have a precious pie of my own.

So anyway, YAY:)