Believe it or not – before I had my daughter – I was quite content in the thought of being the cool aunt that travelled to far off lands and came back with cool souvenirs and clothes from distant lands. I was diagnosed with PCOS and a tilted ovary when I was 18 years old and pretty much decided that I wouldn’t kill myself at the thought of not having much of a chance to have children. I would not live my life trying to get pregnant. If it happened it happened … and if it didn’t and I did want kids, I would adopt a couple of 4 or 5 year olds.
This morning I woke up feeling grateful because Little Me actually slept in her own bed last night – she’s at that age where she climbs in my bed at night – or in some cases, never leaves and I fall asleep first. I stretched out and as we all do at this day and age – grabbed my cell phone and started scrolling through my social media and Mother’s day text messages. Continue reading
So let’s discuss pre-existing conditions, shall we?
I usually do not get into these big discussions regarding politics. I usually let people say what they will and then click my “unfollow” button accordingly.
This is different.
I may not be the easiest person to kick it with these days. I am a little overwhelmed and with the set up of some new projects (coming soon to a blog near you) I have been really, really busy. I am okay with it. The most exciting thing I have going on is my kid.
I remember the day that I walked into the NICU to begin what was one of many long days with my daughter in the hospital. She was wearing a hat. A little pink crochet hat. I’m silly. My first thought is that they are playing dress up with my tiny baby.
One of the things that have always bothered me is that, I don’t remember much about my father. I have heard that he had an accent – being from Belize, I am sure that he did. I just don’t remember how he sounded. The last thing that I would ever want is for my daughter to not remember me should I pass on.
Lately I have been on a money pinching spree – trying to be very careful of how I spend my coins. The goal is to buy a new home for me and my daughter … shortly followed by the dog that she keeps asking me for (she wants a english Bulldog – who is Rubble from Paw patrol). That being said – I may have embarked on a new tradition this Easter. Continue reading