12one7 is the date in which I found out that the dear husband and I were going to be a family - forever. Like it or not. No take backs (we really do like it by the way...
We were kids then, not married with two minimum wage jobs supporting us. My man - the laid back, easy going guy he was, sees the two lines, looks into my 19-year-old eyes, full of questioning, hope and perhaps a tint of panic and says totally deadpan, "High five, man... I got strong swimmers."
That's when I knew I'd picked the right guy to get knocked up by. If this didn't phase him - what could?
As for me, I went through the emotional turmoil of a horrendous pregnancy while working as a waitress... growing a human was probably the most difficult thing I've ever done. Raising her has been a cinch compared to the hell she gave me in utero...
Oh and update! We decided to test out his swimmers once again - you know, by doing "IT" again and what do you know? He totally still has strong swimmers.
And we totally have TWO children now.
I spend my time playing the terribly lazy housewife in an almost tropical climate (hey, we have palm trees), attempting to
I have a foul mouth and a fouler mind.
The fact is - what the internet needs is another mom blog.
It's true. I read it somewhere.
And that's where I come in.
