Auntie

I’m turning 30 this year.

In 2024, I had 4 weddings. 2025 I had 5. This year, I’m pretty light, but I am starting to receive ultrasounds.

The one that came across my phone about a week ago is still a really big secret. Big enough that the parents don’t know yet (they’re visiting soon and the upcoming-parents want to tell the current-parents in person). I’ve had a couple friends announce pregnancies, but this is the first that I’ll be an auntie.

I am so, so, so excited. These two people are going to be hilarious, kind, supportive parents.

When I was teetering during my last relationship, my mom’s words of wisdom were, “would he support you during a difficult pregnancy.” Quite the wakeup call, let me tell you. That woman really has a way with words.

If I was having horrible morning sickness, would he blast early 2000s hits and put on dance show for me? Complete, of course, with custom choreography? Would he hold up his pointer finger as a promise (threat) of the ultimate show of empathy? Would he run to Target 4 times in 1 day to stay on top of my crazy cravings in the hopes I’d hold down anything? Would he text my best friends and say ‘she’s really going through it, maybe check in,’ when he knew I wouldn’t bother them myself?

Fortunately, we’ve found out in the last 6 days that my friend’s husband does.