From the time I was a little girl, I always knew I wanted to be a mother. To me that was the most important thing in life. When I met my husband, he obviously told me about about his son. When I met his son for the first time, I was actually quite fond of Bob. He was a cute, quirky little boy who conveniently lived with his mother. I enjoyed getting to know Bob during my husband's visitations. I was optimistic that my love of children would help me love this boy unconditionally if his dad and I ended up getting married. We did indeed end up getting married and this once cute and quirky little boy has grown into an obnoxious, smelly teenager....who now lives with us.
No one ever told me...
*that I would one day be struggling to love my step-son as much as I love my biological children
*that I would feel the need to explain to acquaintances that this is "not my DNA"
*that I would have to wear latex gloves while doing laundry, simply to avoid an accidental grabbing of skid-marked underwear (I'm talking BAD skid-marks)
*that occasionally I would have to ask my husband "what were you thinking?!?" (referring to having a relationship with the egg donor)
*that every day I would have to pray for extra patience, sanity and the ability to laugh
*that I would eventually create an anonymous blog to vent, laugh and try to keep it together
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