This is going to be a shock, I'm sure, but I don't typically lay out this kind of spread for breakfast. Shocking! Hold the presses! My breakfasts tend more to the tupperware full of oatmeal that I race out of the door with and eat, one bite followed by thirty minutes followed by another bite until mid-morning, when my oatmeal is cold, gluey, and (finally) gone. Yum.
But on this particular occasion, the spread was because I was celebrating. I was celebrating this girl:
She just happens to be my little sister. She just happens to be pregnant.
I just happen to be out of my mind with excitement.
Seriously, I think the anticipation of being an Auntie to my sister's little bundle of joy is going to become unbearable long before the 9 months are up. She has wanted to be a mama for a long time. I've wanted to have the opportunity to screw up her kid for an even longer time. (I'm going to be so great at it!)
While I wait for the blessed arrival, I am stuffing my pretty baby sister full of sugar and carbs.
And by sugar and carbs I mean bagels, ginger-chocolate-banana-bread, Noosa yogurt, fruit, and bubbly orange-carrot juice.
It was delicious.
She was beautiful.
(Please don't mind the empty bookshelf in the background. That is an unfortunately-placed DIY project waiting to happen.)
And she is so incredibly happy.
Me too. I am so happy that our family is growing and that I don't have to do anything other than provide the sugar. That, I can definitely handle.