For the record

There's been something that's been bothering me lately. Not a life-altering/ruin-my-day kinda thing, but annoying nonetheless. Let me begin:

You see, where I come from, families aren't usually made in the tradtional way. Usually, girls get knocked up and wind up staying in Uvalde forever, and any subsequent kids are made the same way- drunken night, unprotected sex = baby. Of course, there are exceptions to these circumstances, but if you really stood back and look at it, you'd see it too. And that is NOT saying that these newly unexpected formed families don't have love either. Its just how it seems to happen.

Now that word has spread of number two, I hear "was this planned" or "another one?!" or "dang you are crazy"

No, I'm not crazy. I'm making and raising my family. No, it wasn't an accident. Oh, and Colton was not an accident either, well more of a planned accident. If you all must know, we had wanted one since Colton turned two, but I decided to finish school first, you know, so I could take care of my family? And you don't even know how many times the grandparents have said "ABOUT TIME!" LOL

I love kids, I love my kid(s), and *gasp* I love my husband!

t drives me NUTS.