I'm an uncle now...
My younger sister had her first baby on Monday, a little early (she wasn't due until February), but mom and baby are just fine. The only weird thing is that he's a HE. I have three sisters, two of them had two girls each, and one of my nieces had a baby girl last year. Except for the younger sister's husband (who finds ways to hide during family functions) and my older sisters' ex-husbands, there were NO BOYS in my family. Until now.
It just seems strange after growing up with all sisters, followed by years and years of all nieces (most of them born while I was in high school or college), to have a nephew. I feel like I should be an uncle instead of an aunt, like there should be a significant change in MY title since we have a boy in the fam now. I'm still Aunt Kelly, but have decided to refer to him as "Baby Boy Connor" so I don't forget and accidentally buy him a pink ruffled dress.
The most entertaining thing for me this week has been sitting in my sister's hospital room and hearing all of the bizarro information and advice from her visitors. Like her high school friend's mom, who told Katie if you breast feed a boy, he'll grow up to love breasts, but if you don't, he'll love ASS. I almost choked on her hospital Jell-o when I heard that little slice of wisdom.