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AUBREEVISION - Observations from the far side of the dial
the advent of norphew
wedding plansHow great is modern technology? Here I am in the bathroom blogging on my laptop while I wait for my bikini line depilator to work its magic (way too much information, I know)!
A slight -- well, more than slight -- kink has been thrown into our wedding plans -- my sister, and lone attendant, is pregnant! Which is wonderful, except for the fact that she's due three days after the wedding. For obvious reasons, it's highly unlikely that she'll attend -- travel challenges aside, the possibility of giving birth outside the (mostly free) Canadian healthcare system would, I suspect, be less than appealing to her. Ah, life and thy curveballs! I've actually known for about a month but kept my mouth shut due to the newness of her pregnancy, so I've had some time to process the information. I have to say in all honesty that I wasn't quite sure how to react when she broke the news -- while I'm thrilled at the prospect of becoming an auntie, it was hard not to have a moment's despair over the impact on our wedding -- because maid-of-honour or not, I'd like my little sister to see me get married. And did I mention that her husband, prior to the big announcement, was our photographer?
Fortunately, it didn't take me long to rationalize that they obviously didn't strategically conceive (oh, the punniness!) to screw up my wedding, and that it will be wicked fun to have a little niece or nephew (or norphew, my preferred label for the as-yet-gender-neutral wee one). While we haven't yet found a new photographer, I'm fortunate in that re-casting the maid-of-honour role was a no-brainer, with my good friend and roommate stepping up to the challenge.
Hard to believe that a creature barely the size of a grape can make such an impact. Still in the womb and already young Norphew owes me big time.
A slight -- well, more than slight -- kink has been thrown into our wedding plans -- my sister, and lone attendant, is pregnant! Which is wonderful, except for the fact that she's due three days after the wedding. For obvious reasons, it's highly unlikely that she'll attend -- travel challenges aside, the possibility of giving birth outside the (mostly free) Canadian healthcare system would, I suspect, be less than appealing to her. Ah, life and thy curveballs! I've actually known for about a month but kept my mouth shut due to the newness of her pregnancy, so I've had some time to process the information. I have to say in all honesty that I wasn't quite sure how to react when she broke the news -- while I'm thrilled at the prospect of becoming an auntie, it was hard not to have a moment's despair over the impact on our wedding -- because maid-of-honour or not, I'd like my little sister to see me get married. And did I mention that her husband, prior to the big announcement, was our photographer?
Fortunately, it didn't take me long to rationalize that they obviously didn't strategically conceive (oh, the punniness!) to screw up my wedding, and that it will be wicked fun to have a little niece or nephew (or norphew, my preferred label for the as-yet-gender-neutral wee one). While we haven't yet found a new photographer, I'm fortunate in that re-casting the maid-of-honour role was a no-brainer, with my good friend and roommate stepping up to the challenge. Hard to believe that a creature barely the size of a grape can make such an impact. Still in the womb and already young Norphew owes me big time.
Nutshell
Passed the Audition
Infiltrators
