Having a 95-year old grandma who has just had a stroke is admittedly not ideal but it's not all bad. I mean, every time I see her I get to announce my pregnancy and every time it's like she is just finding out and she's giddy and excited. Until things get awkward and confusing because she thinks I'm my sister (sorry, Turtle - Gram thinks you're pregnant. Though if you give it a day, she'll forget.)
My grandma is tough-as-nails but she's also 95 years old. It's not fair of me to ask for just a little more time. Time for Gram to meet her first two great-grandbabies (my little sister is also pregnant and is also due in July.) Logically I know that my grandma's quality of life is diminishing and she's old and she's sick. But a small part of me wants her to hold on, just a little longer. She is my last remaining grandparent. I'm not ready for her to be gone, as selfish as that may be.