Ideally...

Anyone who knows me really well knows I come up with crazy plans, and I spend most of my free time daydreaming.

Well, embarking into a new relationship with a certain British Guy, I've found myself doing a lot of both lately.

For the most part, I daydream about what kind of marriage (I know, much too early to be thinking about it, if at all... but that's where my mind goes) we will have.

And here's the crazy thing... in my head, it's very traditional. Which is very not me. I don't do traditional things.

What got me thinking about this was me eating my snack at work. Cut and peeled fruit, a good variety, nicely packaged in a nice screw top ziploc container, just begging to be eaten.

How that relates to marriage is what you're wondering... Well, I want to be the kind of wife that makes the husbands lunch everyday, with sandwiches with cheese and lettuce cut into triangles, cut up veggies, the aforementioned fruit, and some homebaked treat. As well as making the balanced breakfast in the spotless kitchen with my apron before anyone else gets up.

Whether that happens or not, and whether said husband is British Guy or not, has yet to be decided, but in my head, that's what marriage looks like to me.

I guess time will tell...

Starting over again... sort of...

So, yes, in short, I am starting another pregnancy journey... but don't worry, it's not my baby.

I'll let you spend a minute figuring that out...

I have decided, with much careful consideration, to become a gestation surrogate. So, in a few weeks (hopefully) I will go through IVF and become pregnant with a baby that has none of my DNA, which I will carry and grow for a lovely Spanish couple who are unable to carry a child.

A lot of people disagree with my decision, but a few people I met through the surrogacy agency have been a huge help, and a new BFF of mine, A., has been fantastically supportive. I am so excited to give another family the joy that H. has brought to me and my family.

So, a whole new mommyhood adventure I'm embarking on, and I'm so excited to share it with you!

I don't think he really understood...

Well, in my defense it was shortly before 6am when we had the conversation... And he is not yet two...

I was listening to the news, and heard a story about a little boy who is not much older than H. who got out of the house, and drowned in the lake. And I don't know about you, but I feel like I hear stories like this too often.

Given how curious and independent and escape artist-like H. is, I worry about things like this. So, because it was 6am, and because he just looked so sweet and cooperative lying next to me in bed, I thought we would have a conversation.

So, I asked him not to ever go near water unless Momma was around, until he was much bigger... like, 20 or so.

His answer... "no wa-wa cup". Great.

Step up in the tech world..

So, here is a good test of my wits and abilities... Posting to my blog from my iPod. I have a handy blogging app, so we shall see how this goes...

So, it's been just under 2 months since my last post (I'm really good at keeping things regular)... Not much is new with the H-monster. He's still up to being a monster, albeit a very cute giggly one.

I'm still in school, and doing well, and between that and my new job, I spend much of my week away from home, but now can really look forward to the weekends with my monkey.

Other than that, there is little else to report on, but I will fill you in slowly on the few things that have happened in the last 8 weeks.

And hey, if this blog app is as easy as it seems, I won't need to go this long between posts!

When did you become a mommy?

I just read a great thread on facebook that a page I'm following posted as a contest. It was all about when you became a mommy (or daddy, I suppose). Most people said the expected; "When I got my positive pregnancy test", "WHen I first felt baby kick", "When I first held my baby"... but there were a few interesting ones; "When the fertility clinic called to give us our transfer time", "When I grew up saying I can't wait to be a mommy", or, my favourite "When we were rear-ended and all I could think of was checking on my baby in the back seat".

For me, I think the moment I first thought "I'm a mommy now" was when I learned I had to protect myself because it wasn't all about me anymore.

I haven't gone into a lot of detail about some things that were happening when I was pregnant. But, the short version (and I might go into more detail eventually) is that I was in an abusive relationship. My son's father is very paranoid, and he was sure I was cheating on him, and every late call or funny noise in the background was just fueling this fire. After I got pregnant, things got worse, and one day I remember laying on the floor and apologizing to my baby that I had just found out about, and promising that I would be strong for both of us and make sure things were different when he (or she) was born.

When I first realized that all of a sudden it was about protecting the baby instead of just trying to protect myself. Not only did I grow a baby in those nine months, I also grew courage and a backbone.

That's when I knew I was a mommy.

Mother's Day

My second as a mommy, to be specific.

It was alright. Nothing specifically fantastic happened, it was just nice. Until about 6pm, H. was great... and then fell into Tantrum Man.

My sister and brother and I made supper for my mom... shish kebobs, garlic bread, and salad for supper, and I made boston cream pie for dessert.

Not overly exciting, but not all together bad.

Premature Terrible Twos....

The terrible twos have hit early in this house!! Yay!

Not!

Everything is no! Everything. And throwing, and tantrums, and power struggles... ever tried to stuff a limp toddler into a sleeper because he refuses to help you get him ready for bed? Until tonight, my answer was a no!

It's horrible. If you ask him if he wants something, and he says yes, he usually decides once he has it in his hands ah, nope, don't want this anymore... must get it as far away from me as possible, as fast as possible. Yeas, fantastic. "H., do you want your cup?" "Yeah. (hands it to him)...no, no" (as he throws it on the floor).

I am one frustrated mommy.