Well, I threw my own wet blanket on myself by figuring out that I was pregnant with our second child. It was about a two days before the blessed event that the reality of my situation started to come to light. I was barely pregnant. I hadn't even taken the over-the-counter test, but I knew.
I decided to keep it secret for the time being.
My plan was to order seltzer with lime so it would look like I was having gin and tonics. Later, when I was ready for bed by 9:30pm it wouldn't seem so strange.
As I was dancing around with my daughter's secret sister or brother, it occurred to me that both the bride and the groom had only one sibling.
She had a brother and he had a sister. I was trying to imagine what that would be like. I have three sisters and a brother. The one of each deal is much more common than the variety pack of five, but it is a weird concept for me.
I know that not every kid who comes from a big family has a good experience. I also know that the size of your family doesn't give you a better experience, only different. To quote your middle school English teacher, "quality not quantity".
I can't really imagine it though, just like a twin can't imagine being a single. Absolutly everything about my life would be different.
These are the kinds of things you obsess about when you are pregnant at a wedding, where you are not drinking and the banquet chicken cannot be served fast enough.
At one point I turned to my mother, who was also in attendance and is one of seven kids. I nodded towards my newly wed friends and their siblings. I asked her, "Can you imagine having only one sibling?"
She replied, "Can you imagine not having any?".
I put my hand on my belly and for the first time that day felt happy about my expectant state.
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