Blue

This weekend I knitted some booties for my Brother & Wife's baby. (Due in early January.) They didn't want to know what sex the baby was, so I knitted blue, as that was the color I had on hand, and I had a 50% chance of being right.

Well, I got the call this morning that they just had a healthy 9 lb 7 oz baby girl. Unfortunately for whatever reason, I cried when I heard the news. Luckily I didn't cry when talking to my brother who's absolutely ecstatic about his first-born. (and rightly so) I'm totally happy for them, as it couldn't have happened to a nicer couple, but at the same time I just became overwhelmed at the fact that we will probably never experience the joy of being new parents, and never have the daughter I've always dreamed of. It really hit me hard. It bothers me that I am still affected so much when someone else has a baby. I don't think it's healthy.

I brought the blue booties and hat into work today and gave them to my co-worker who has a friend who just had a baby boy. Knitting them was probably unhealthy as well. So I stopped by Macy's on the way home from work and picked up some adorable pink girl's clothing instead.