We got a call from Aaron's brother last night (he's the one who got married in mid-June) letting us know the good news. He and his wife are having a baby! I'm very excited for them, but also kind of sad for both them and me. Them because they're young, underemployed, and just starting out. In fact they're just moving to their very first apartment - they've never lived away from their parents before. It's not going to be easy, I'm sure, but I wish them the best.
I'm sad for me because, honestly, I wanted to be first. I'm not too overly sad, because it's a choice Aaron and I made together, and one we keep making - to wait just a little longer. Everytime we get to the month we've said is the month, we decide to put it off yet again. We have all kinds of excuses, including the money thing, the fact that we're finally having a little fun because we have enough money to have a little fun, etc. Honestly every time it's about that time I get scared, and I think Aaron gets scared too, so we decide to wait. So, this is what waiting has brought us. We're not first.
Being not first is also a good thing though. That means some of the baby pressure is off because there's going to be a first grandchild and first great-grandchild, so it will stave off the "When" questions from the in-laws for a little while.
All of this was not unexpected. My sister-in-law's siblings both married young and had kids right away. I knew this was going to happen. So did Aaron. It's kind of bittersweet. We're happy, because, you know, it's a baby. We're supposed to be happy. We can't really help being happy for them. But we're also a little bummed. Oh, well. No turning back now.