So, here's a story.
Four weeks ago we were on vacation with my family, and my sister was working on scheduling an appointment to have a uterine growth surgically removed.
Three weeks ago they were told there was a failed pregnancy behind the growth that would need to be removed as well.
Two weeks ago there was another scan ... and a heartbeat.
A week and a half ago, I was sitting beside her at dinner and saw her belly move.
One week ago she was told she was probably about 28 weeks pregnant.
Three days ago, her water broke, she had an emergency C-section, and we all said hello ...
... to a healthy 5 lb. 11 oz. baby girl.
Everyone say it together now: Whaaaaaaaaaat?
I know. Cuh-razy. The very best kind of crazy, though.
Now I call her my ninja-niece, because she snuck into our lives all stealth-like and mysterious.
We'll always have a story to tell at parties.
And my Target bill this month may give Mark a minor coronary episode.