My cousin just found out she having a girl, my other cousin is about to have a boy, and my other cousin just had a girl.

I am officially the odd woman out… bleh…

I love them all, but it can be a little disappointing to come in last in the race.  Especially since I can see a finish line, I just have to sit a little ways away and wait for someone to tell me I can finish, especially when people are being randomly pulled from the crowd and told to finish before you.  Oh well, I go on, stop using a race running metaphor and focus on everything else that I can right now that I couldn’t otherwise and wait.