Miracles Happen

Its been 3 years since my last blog and I must say I got a miracle. I reread my only post and it was as if a stranger wrote it. My big idiot has become my loving husband.  There was a point where we were single and pregnant for a month and a half. But we came together. Made it work,  had not one but two perfect little girls whom I adore and now we will soon get custody of the son I will never deliver because I got sterilized.  He is beautiful and looks surprisingly like our daughters and I love him with all my heart. His birth mother a monster and his father a rogue angel I feel as though I live in this twisted soap opera filled with baby mama dearest lies deceit and abuse. If I wrote an autobiography I would be accused of passing off fiction for truth. It's been a mind-bendingly surreal experience.  However like I said previously I received my miracle. I am soon to become a working mother of three. As I get my girls ready to make the long drive to visit their brother in foster care, I realize our life as a family is soon to change for the better and I believe truly that this is the miracle I've been expecting.

First Try

It's almost impossible to remember how we were pre pregnancy.  Were we ever happy? It's almost as if we have entered into  an ancient warzone of good versus evil. I hopefully am fighting for good. The life of my unborn baby nestled deep inside me, while he does everything in his power to keep me at the highest stress level possible. I find myself constantly asking myself, " is he trying to make me miscarry or did i just find the biggest most selfish idiot on the planet?" With the latter being the most likely.
  Two years, a simple age difference of two years, myself of course being the elder, however he claims he is the  most mature. Which I highly doubt considering I am expecting a miracle. At eleven weeks pregnant in a fifteen week relationship I find our circumstance most relatable to the motion picture Knocked Up. However funny it may seem later on, it is not now. I've spent a majority of my days cramping and shedding lonely teardrops like a fifties crooner.
It has been a great oppertunity considering for years I thought I was barren and sterile. I know that I will be a good mother, my only question is can I be a good father as well?