My sister is in town from Sydney. I returned this morning from a week in Canada for a close friend’s wedding. Mum arranged dinner at her house for our family. I had intended to wait until after the scan before telling my brother and sister, but these things have a way of slipping out.
My sister cried a little, which made my mum cry a little, which made me get a lump in my throat.
For many years I really believed I would be the last of my siblings to have a kid. Turns out I’m now the first.
Everything was, as usual, tempered by hushed reminders ‘not to get too hopeful for at least a few weeks’. It is, however, becoming increasingly hard to remain without hope.
