Our Family Beginnings

I’m late to the party, but if you’ve never said hi before, say hi! I won’t bite…much

I gave up on monitoring my statcounter, because I know that they’re reading and frankly, if they want to read, that’s their business.  What’s it to me, honestly?  As a result, I don’t know what weird things people are searching on to find my blog.  But I never seemed to be the type to get things that were too off the wall.  Some of you really get doozies.

That being said, I was going through my spam comment folder and had a good laugh today, literally.  It seems that amongst the “Free Ci.ali.s 4u” spam were a bunch of joke spams.  Seriously, actual jokes.  Though, they are Lori’s type of humor, mostly.  If you are on twitter, you’ll know what I mean.  Here they are:

• I have a nice fresh joke for you people) Why do turkeys eat so little? Because they are always stuffed!
• I have a nice joke. What do you get when you cross a snowman with a vampire? Frostbite.
• Good joke What do you call a drunk who works in an upholstery shop? A recovering alcoholic.  This one was my favorite.
• I have a nice joke for you) What do ghouls wear on their feet in the rain?!? GHOULOSHES!!!
• I have a joke for you =) Where do you find a no legged dog? Right where you left him.
• A joke for you! What is the difference between a prizefighter and a man with a cold? One knows his blows, and the other blows his nose!
• I have a nice fresh joke for you people) Which animals failed to come to Noah’s Ark in pairs? Worms, they came in apples!
• I have a nice joke for you) How do you clean ice off tall buildings? With sky scrapers.
• A joke for you! What kind of flowers grow in outer space? Sunflowers.

Also if you are on twitter and want to follow me, leave your handle in the comments or email me, and I’ll add you! I’m a locked down user, and if you know my name, it’s my first initial last name as my username.

It’s quite the endeavor I am attempting, especially since I post once every three weeks at best these days.  I can guarantee there will be many meme-type cop-outs, Show & Tells, Wordless Wednesdays, and password protected posts.  I hate pwp but at this point it’s a necessity. If you want the password, I’m happy to give it out.

It’s different, being a blogger as a parent. Hell, everything is different as a parent. Different is good, great even.  My good friend M, who is my brother of another mother (and was Mel’s NYE 2000 kiss!), he and I could be personality twins, it’s eerie. He and I worked together and often stressed about the same things.  Though we went to the same school and were in the same major, we never met until working together a few years ago. Back then he was single, and Mr. Badger and I were just starting to think about starting our family. He and I had plenty of days where we just sat and groaned about life.  Anyway, he and his fiancee came over last night for dinner, and he asked me what was new. I said, “Nothing. Isn’t it spectacular?”. He agreed in a way those with my type of neuroses immediately recognize.

A calm life has never been quite so wonderful. Makes for very little to blog about, but it is wonderful.

Boring has never been so wonderful.

So the last time I was writing here regularly, I had found out that our son had been born.  Of course, I announced it and then that started a chain of events that necessitated my cecessation of blogging.  I was an infertile who was waiting to experience the blessing of a child in our home.

But now, we wait no more.  We have a twelve week old that in four short days will be three months old.  Three months!  I knew it would go fast.  Watching so many families start before me, I saw how time goes from a snail’s pace to warp speed overnight.  You see, there are these things that your friends tell you, or that we read on the internet – and you can appreciate them, and internalize them, and prepare yourself for them.  Experience, however, is a different beast altogether.

Sometimes you want something so bad that it becomes this panacea in your head.  If only I lost weight, had straight hair, got a new job, a new whatever – I’d be happy.  For me it was a child for Mr. Badger and I.  I wanted it so terribly much that it became everything.  Every high and low could be traced in some way back to what our progression to parenthood had become.  But when you get that thing you want, so often it is not as good as you hoped.  You lose the weight and you still have the issues that caused you to gain them in the first place.  You buy the fancy clothes and are just poorer.

Having V?  So much better than I could have dreamed.  We have been extremely lucky.  He’s been tremendously healthy, and has such a calm demeanor.  His freak outs?  They are equivalent to the mere whine of some other kids.  Spending my day with him, and especially with him and Mr. Badger really has made my life complete.

Now who am I?  I started blogging almost two and a half years ago, and now I’m on the other side of the wait.  I’m on the side that can try to soothe my friends who are still waiting, but know that there is only so much I can do.  You can’t believe it until you get here.  Even know, I pinch myself.

I’ll always be infertile.  But I won’t be blogging much about that now.  Hell, given how amazing the process with V has been for us, I have outright said how glad I am to never have been pregnant.  I guess I join the legions of mommybloggers now.  If I even have many readers left, I am sure some of you may not follow me because of this very fact.  I get it.  I’ve done it.  I don’t take offence.

I want to write about this beautiful boy who is discovering the world around us.  I want to write about when it gets hard, or frustrating, or scary.  I want to blog about that wonderful (sometimes) show I still love.  I want to blog about the mundane.  I still have a separate blog with pictures for family and friends who prefer not to hear my rambles, but this is my space.  One where people can read and say “me too!” or “I’ve been there” or even “wow, she survived that, and so can I”.

Don’t worry, I’ll still give you all that witty snarky bitchitude that makes me me.  Mr. Badger, as you regular readers know, reads all my posts and we talk about them if they involve him.  Some people don’t understand or accept that.  Sucks for them.   I wouldn’t be LJ if I didn’t speak my mind and piss a few people off along the way.   Luckily, most of you love me for it.