So I'm on the phone with my sister-in-law who is about to give birth:

"You know, this is number 13 and we are getting bored with the whole thing. When 2 of 12s child was born, that was a big deal. The whole crew was there and like "Wow! a kid!" But now its like when 11 of 12 graduated from high school. It's like, "How many of these damned things have I been to? 10 high school - 6 or so college - gets old."

"So 2's first kid - lots of presents, lots of attention. Now, it's getting hard to keep track of all the nieces and nephews. If you are lucky, two or three of us will remember to get a Christmas present. Christmas is easier than birthdays anyway. Just way way too many of them. Christmas you just have to remember who they are, not when they were born.

"Besides, this is like your second child isn't it? Yeah. And how is the older one - Jonathan?- doing in his first year of college? What's that? It's Nathan and he's three? Well, like I said it gets hard to keep track.

"So you know what would be cool? If this one had some sort of deformity. See that would be something different. I could be like "my poor brother and his wife and their disabled child." Any possibility of that? What - looked okay on the ultrasound? *sigh*. Oh well. No. That's okay. I understand. Well good luck on the child birth thing and what not."


Born to my brother 7 of 12 and his wife, today, July 3, 2007, at 3:30 p.m. EST - a daughter - Isabel - 7lbs. and 1oz.

Everything in place and okay, I guess. So yeah. Another one. Yawn.