I spent the weekend with my mother and sister -- both good and a bit... well, green. My sister is pregnant, and as a result all the attention fell on her. This is exactly as it should be, but it still leaves me feeling a bit -- like an older sibling when the new baby arrives.
Mom did well with Jenn and I -- we both think we're mom's favourite because we both have a special relationship with her which is distinct and different from the other. While that hasn't changed, Jenn now has more in common with mom, and they talk a lot about the pregnancy, how Jenn's is going and how mom's went, and things of that ilk. Conversations in which I cannot take part.
I am certainly excited as all get-out to be a soon-to-be aunt (I bawled yesterday when we heard the baby's heartbeat at the doctor's office). These feelings I have are not the majority of what I feel, they're a nagging negative that I wasn't expecting. I've always been the baby of the family, and while it shouldn't bother me at age 26, it does just a bit.