It just so happened that I had a work related meeting today about half way between where I live and where my sister lives (the sister that had the baby in February). I called my sister and asked if she wanted to meet for lunch. She gladly accepted the invite.
I was actually excited to meet the baby, and he's just a lovely baby. Very mellow. Calm. Observant. Content. Very unlike my nieces or other nephew who were all very high maintenance as babies.
My sister was ok. I did suggest that she might benefit from talking to someone or going to a support group. She seems to be struggling with wrapping her head around that this might be her only child. That she might only get to be pregnant once. The person who is never going to be pregnant, ever, not even a little bit, really isn't the person to talk to about these things. But then again all of our other sisters had kids easily, our mom had kids easily, all of her friends had kids easily, etc. So I think she views me as someone who might understand a bit more than others and as someone safe to talk to about it. I get that. But I'm not a good person for those types of conversations. So I suggested that she talk to someone better able to help her work through those feelings. On some level I think she got it.
Now that all of the pregnancies are (finally) over, it's starting to hit me that I am forever going to be the only sister who doesn't have a child. It feels lonely. And sad. I thought that the hardest part would be the pregnancies. The next trip to my hometown will be interesting. I suspect I will feel like a fish out of water. But I'll deal with that when it comes.