A History

Many moons ago I was alone. And that was okay.
I’m an only child and I do just fine by myself.

Exactly this time 7 years ago I found out I was pregnant. I was 23 going on 24, newly married and completely terrified. Our “little blessing” was not planned. We weren’t going to have children until we were in our 30’s. HA!

Everything sort of went to downhill after that, mostly details involving my husband’s morality and sobriety. It was somewhat hellish. We eventually divorced. I got on my own two wobbly feet and raised my daughter without aid of government assistance or that helpful little thing they call child support.

We were doing just fine…..by ourselves.

I hadn’t planned on anyone else in the picture. I was not sour on men and I refused to blame others for the mistakes of my ex but I grew up with a rotten step-father. I had so desperately tried to give my daughter a “normal” family, and when I failed at that I worried that her life would mirror mine.

We were doing just fine by ourselves… when Scott came along.

My daughter was 3 when I began dating, and those dates of mine were never allowed to meet her. I didn’t want to be the mom with all the boyfriends, no thanks. So when I met Scott, and determined within our first evening together that I would NEVER sleep with this man (for all the D-R-A-M-A in his life at the time) I deemed him a friend and thus he met my baby Maddy.

He’s the sort of man who’s ‘goodness’ reaches out and hits in you in the face. His energy was irresistible to me. We spent all our time together. Within 3 months we had fallen in love. Within 3 years we were married.

Just married, in fact. He proposed last February and we’d been busy scheduling an April wedding in Arizona and a July wedding in Seattle (don’t ask).

Two weeks before the AZ wedding I missed my period.

So here we go again.......more and more people keep showing up to my party.