I do know, to never say Never.
I learned that lesson a long time ago.
But that doesn't mean that I didn't have a list, in my mind, of things that I had come to expect would never happen for me.
I never expected to buy a house. I knew that I would need a strong, reliable, working partner for that.
Enter, Mustang Man. My strong, reliable, working partner.
I won't say I never expected to find him, because to be honest with you? I KNEW I would. It just took a little more time then I expected it to.... :)
I never thought I'd be a Mom.
Enter, Mustang Girl.
just because I didn't give birth to her does not make her any less mine. Despite her being entrenched into her teen years, she and I still have a very good, very strong relationship. There is really not much I DON'T tell her. It might sound sappy to you, but that kid is one of my best friends. Yeah. We have the typical ups and downs. But she is someone I am proud to know. Always will be.
And the biggest Never?
One that I've kind of wrestled with, for the last 10 years or so?
The biological clock never.
I have come to, and accepted the fact, that I will not have a child, of my own. My own genetics. One that I have known since conception. As time went by, and I became older, accepting that got a little easier. Sure, I had moments of regret. But, I chose not to have a baby while I was single, and on my own. I wanted a partner for something like that. Even my own MOM asked me one year to go get knocked up while I was single...
Turning the big 4-0 this year pretty much cemented this for me.
God laughs when you tempt him so, doesn't he?
Thats right, ladies and gentlemen, Aunts and Uncles. Whomever is still reading this.
When I wasn't looking, wasn't expecting, I was uh, minding my own business....
that never turned into NOW.
There will be an addition to our crazy, loving house in August, if all goes well. And I am focused on it all going well. So far, so good.
We are surprised, we were shocked. We are happy. We are hormonal (well, I am hormonal). We are looking at this as an enhancement to our lives. We are grateful. We are humbled by our gift.
We have a "Hun in the oven". (yes, the baby already has a nickname. "Hun". He or she is very good at telling me what they want so far. ("eat, puke! eat more! puke! sleep! wait! don't sleep, go pee! now, cry at a stupid commercial!") I have this vision of this little tiny kid pulling and tapping on my organs (especially my bladder) to his or hers hearts content....
as long as he or she is healthy, and growing, I'm all for it. He/she just needs to keep going, all the way until August. (but don't be late, please!)
So, there it is.
my last never has been rejected....
and now, if you will excuse me, I am going to go puke, cry, eat, pee, or sleep. Or all of the above.