motherhood, politics, faith & whatnot

my 41-year-old sister-in-law is pregnant with the long-awaited female grandchild. (Yes, Jim, best to stop reading now.)

Of course, we are happy for them, but I have to admit to a fair amount of jealousy and a smidgen of cattiness. This is the sister who has been the family f*ck-up and who is labelled by her own family as narcissistic. Over the years, she has absorbed way more than her fair share of attention from their mother. And now, she’ll be presenting her mother with the much longed-for granddaughter. Poor baby Andrew, he’s the fourth grand-son. Nobody’s really coming to see him these days, even though he is the cutest, funniest, sweetest, squishiest, little guy EVER, well, except for Daniel, of course.

*sigh* I know. I know. But what better place to rant than my blog.

I was actually pretty happy for them until I talked to her and offered to send along my maternity clothes. Through the course of our conversation, I got the feeling that she had already counted on that and that we’d send along all our baby gear as well. She was complaining about having to spend money on maternity clothes, hint, hint. If they were on a tight budget, that would be one thing. But they are probably making close to $200k, hardly strapped for cash.

Anyway, I’m tired, so I’ll stop my rant there. I’m sure there will be more to come. I’m not sure why she irritates me so much, but she kind of always has, so this isn’t really that different. Better to get it out of my system here.