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I'm a good sister.  I have my faults like wishing my sister a happy birthday via facebook and making her pick up my son from school on her birthday then skipping her party, but I'm still an overall good sister. Have you not read about her running skills right here on this blog?  Yes, yes you have.  Because I'm supportive like that.  Just not supportive enough to show up to celebrate her birthday.

Speaking of her birthday, she is a younger sister, born to a rather old mother.  My mother was 37 when she had Jene.  Darn near ancient.  Embarrassed the crud out Jene who swore she would never do that.  I'd be offended since I had my last baby at the ripe old age of 39, but I figure we're pretty much even since I gave her a facebook birthday wish and called it good.

One nice thing my sister and I have in common is our youngest boys who love to play with each other.  This comes in handy when one or the other works.

Speaking of work, we also share a common career choice.  We're both high school counselors.  In fact, we work at sister schools.  I work with high school age students while she concentrates on the adult side across the street.  One of her aides is married to one my aides, Abby.  Today Abby announced that she met sister yesterday when she went to see her husband.

"She's so cute!  I can't believe she ran a half a marathon pregnant!"

Clunk.  That's the sound of my jaw hitting the desk.  "She's what?"

"Oh my gosh!  Maybe I wasn't supposed to tell you.  Act surprised when she tells you!"  I assured her I would.  But I was lying.  I ran to call her.

I played the social niceties game to give her a chance to tell me. 

"So, how are you?"

"Good, but tired."

Waiting, waiting.

"Besides being tired, are you feeling okay?"

"Mostly."

Waiting, waiting.

"Uh, anything else you want to tell me?"

"Abby talked, didn't she."


37 years I've known this girl and she tells a virtual stranger before me.  Again, I'd be offended except that the irony is not lost on me.

Like my mother, she's having a baby at the age of 37.

Old hag.

(My sister, not my mother).

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  1. You are a good sister. And congrats to the old hag!

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  2. Come on, once someone utters "I'll never" do something, do you think they'll readily admit it when they do it?

    Especially when they have an older sister who remembers it all?

    Congrats to her, and congrats on being an aunt once again.

    If nothing else, this story teaches us that you never say never.

    I was 38 when I had The Boy, so I guess I was an old hag mother, too...and my daughters were 19 and almost 17, so I think that makes me crazy in addition to being an old hag.

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  3. HA HA HA HA HA! Only sisters could write posts like this and both crack up over the irony :)

    (Get this - my sis found out she was pregnant from a spare pregnancy test I was about to throw away... because I'd already peed on 3 and they were all positive. We were due 4 days apart and I teased her like mad).

    Happiest Birthday and Congrats to your sis!

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  4. So....why didn't you go to her party?

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  5. Congrats to your sister!

    I can tell how much you love each other because only close sisters could poke that much fun.

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  6. All fantastic.
    (And for my birthday, I'll be expecting flowers.)

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  7. Congrats new-aunt-to-be! Hey life gets busy- don't beat yourself up about the FB birthday wish!! Love your blog.

    Crystal
    http://survivingandthrivinginmom-dom.blogspot.com

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  8. WHAT? You can't wish an immediate family member their only birthday wish on Facebook? Can you Twitter it? Good grief, there are just too many rules with this social networking.

    Loved the post. Congrats to all!

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  9. Old hag?? Remember who the younger more beautiful sister is. Yep, me. By 8 long years

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  10. Old hag?? Remember who the younger more beautiful sister is. Yep, me. By 8 long years

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