So I'm gonna be an aunt :D

This past Christmas my sister told all of us (that being the family of course) that her and her husband were expecting their first (and most likely only) child. I can't believe how fast the time has gone. She's scheduled for a c-section tomorrow morning at noon. And after that my little nephew Robert will be born. I can't wait to see him, and hold him, and (eventually) spoil the ever-livin-crap outta him and send him on his way to his mother (mwahahaha!).

But seriously now, the reason I say only child is because her husband has 4 daughters from a previous marriage. Four beautiful girls. So when she found out that her little bun in the oven was a boy she was, to say the least, ecstatic. As was he. Now she knows that he's done. He doesn't really want any more children. He has his son. A boy to carry on his family name. She knows that she'll probably change her mind later about more children but as of right now she's happy.

And this got me thinking. She's happy with her children (though she doesn't raise the 4 girls, that would be her husbands ex-wife's job). And my baby sister has already stated that she wants 2. That's all. Me? Completely different story. I want a big family. I always have. If I can I want 6! Yes, I will push out all 6 of them myself (if I'm able). My husband isn't quite happy with that as he's an only child and he only wants 2 as well.

When I thought about how many children I want I started thinking about my family. My great-grandmother had 10 children. Her oldest, my grandmother, had 8 children. Her oldest, my mother, had 4. They all had the most children out of all their siblings. And here I am wanting 6. I think this is a thing...I may be wrong but it's quite a coincidence so yeah...

)o( Jena