B and G! Parents-to-Be!
I’m thrilled for the Rancics that after years of baby-making heartache and a terrifying breast cancer scare, they’re expecting!
It’s always amazing when life hands you lemon after lemon and one day, it actually gets turned into sweet, yummy lemonade.
And now that their dreams have come true, I hope they know their happily ever after is going to be a mess. I mean, after all the shit they’ve been through, once the baby comes, as all parents learn, the real messy shit begins. Of course, it’s a totally different kind of shit. Actually, it’s the very best kind, if there is such a thing.
All of the sudden, you go from worrying about a little running eyeliner or schmutz on your sweater to proudly wearing disgusting, smeared, mustard-seed-like-baby poo on your shirt, pants, shoes. It’s just a whole new world of doodie. But it’s all worth it. Any mom will tell you that.
I remember worrying about whether or not I’d be able to have a baby. I’ve had my fair share of health problems and when the time came for us to take a trip to Babyland, I was scared out of my mind that it wouldn’t happen.
Fortunately, I have a friend who is as amazing as she is logical. Being a professional expert on the subject of infertility, she was able to look me square in the face and tell me that if I wanted to be a mommy, I was going to be a mommy. It might not happen the way I thought I would, but I would make it happen.
It was hands down the smartest thing anyone ever said to me.
And I found out I was pregnant the following week.