"There are notes between notes, you know." -- Sarah Vaughan

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Let me back up for some folks....

I had written awhile back about how me and Mr. XSLS had two frozen embryos left and I was undecided what to do with them.

Then we decided to go ahead and transfer them. Neither of us thought it would work. It hadn't worked the other three times, why now?

Well, one of 'em decided to settle in for the duration! So, I'm knocked up!

We will parent together and he goes to appointments with me and stuff.

Meanwhile I'm trying to make it to the end of the day because I hurled all over the bathroom floor a couple of hours ago. I feel SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much better now though, whew!

That is all.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A love letter to...

...my baby.

I've seen and heard your heartbeat several times now and every time you show up on screen you squirm around like you're doing a little dance. Or you want us to leave you alone. Either way, you are definitely my child. LOL!

Your dad is excited, along with your Nana J, Nana B and PopPop. None of us thought this day would come so we're probably a little bit too much for you right now. It will calm down. Someday. Maybe not. You'll be OK though, nobody ever died from too much love.

When my stomach is hurting because I'm starving even though I just ate five minutes ago, I picture you like a little baby bird in there with your mouth opening and closing waiting for me to bring you food. Especially when, from day-to-day, you don't like the same thing so I am forever on the hunt for something that will stay IN my stomach and not end up in the toilet bowl (or all over the car. Long story, let's move on...)

OH! And I know you will love your doggy buddy, who is so kind and helpfully licks my leg when I'm retching in the bathroom.

Anyway, in a few months I will be holding you in my arms and as much as I can, I hope to write to you so that you will always know how much I love you.

Happy Valentine's Day! -- Mommy SLS

Friday, February 3, 2012

Day 3: #febphotoaday

This is my crazy hyper puppy licking my hand.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Day 2: #febphotoaday

I have always been a voracious reader. Weekly trips to the library with my mom were the best things ever. The librarians knew us and would put stuff aside they thought would interest me.

Right now I am reading several back issues of The New Yorker and the latest Walter Mosley novel

Day 1: #febphotoaday

OK I missed yesterday's post so I'm posting it today. I'll post day two a little later. This was my view this morning.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

How old (or young) is too old (or too young)?

I was responding to a post over on Black 'N Bougie about age and dating when I realized I was blogging in her comments so I brought my thoughts on over here to my house.

When I was a sophomore in college my uncle -- my mother's older brother -- was dating a girl who had just graduated from my university. We had the same name, too. It was odd going to family functions and looking at this chick. Mostly cause I wondered why in hell she was hanging out with my uncle. He's got some paper stacked but he's always been pretty darn stingy (except with me, it's so nice being the favorite niece, LOL!).

But, I guess she just liked him because they are still friends today, she lives here in D.C. and when he visited me a couple of years ago, we went to visit her, her husband and kids and stuff. And when I think back on it, she was always very mature. I was a kid for a long time.

I remember hanging out with my aunt one night (she's 10 years older than me) and meeting this older guy (much older than my aunt). He was a school superintendent, had several degrees, was an Omega and was nice looking for an old man. All I could think was, he would be great for Mama SLS. Well, this dude was thinking, SLS would be great for me. He wanted to fly me in to visit him over my spring break (he lived in Ohio) and all this jazz and I couldn't get my head around it. I know plenty of people who would have gone and let him be a sugar daddy, but I've never been that way. I've always wanted to be in love, you know?

Last year was the first year I dated a man more than one or two years older than me. He was 46. He had adult children and just seemed real grown. He was also very respectful of me. I liked it.

Last year was also the first year I ever dated anyone younger than me. He was 33. He was real grown too. He was also very touchy feely let me squeeze on this, rub on that, which was kinda nice, too. Even celibate folks need some affection. LOL!

I think people should follow their hearts and if your heart leads you to someone much older or younger than you, well, so be it.