the advent of norphew

How 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. ;)