You will always be my baby!

It took four years and the help of the fertility drug Clomid but I finally got pregnant. My "baby" will turn 13 years old this month! Boy does time fly! When I was pregnant I HAD to have a girl. Actually I would have been happy with either sex - probably even an alien baby as it was so hard for me to get pregnant. I think the reason I really wanted a girl is that, like in Tori Spelling's book, I do not have that bond/relationship with my own mother that a mother and daughter should have. I wanted to have that relationship so bad and I KNEW I could offer that to my daughter. And my daughter and I have just that. It is the best feeling in the world. I have enjoyed raising her this far and look forward to the future where someday we can be the best of friends. (But right now I have to continue to be momma!)

K is at a stage in her life where her and I can really enjoy each other's company. We can have civil conversations. She feels comfortable to tell me almost everything. (I say almost because I know there are things she hides from me - but I am always one step ahead of her so I already know what is going on.) She is a joy. But don't get me wrong....she is your typical teenager and can have her moments as well. She can be Queen Sassafras if she wants to be. As much as I love her in those moments I do not want to be within 100 feet of her.

As I am sure I did and all girls do, K talks NON-STOP. She gets a kick out of when she is talking I start raising up her arms and twirling her around - looking for the mute button! I believe I have ADD and sometimes the abundance of talking she does totally and completely wears me out because I cannot take it all in. There are nights once I get her to bed my brain feels like it is going to explode from all the words I took in.

Last night K and I both got new books to read. (I also got my new camera - that may tomorrow's post). After we got my husband off to bed I told her to grab her book and we would sit up on the couch and read for a little bit before turning in ourselves. So we got blankies and laid on the couch along with the dog and started reading. About every other syllable in my book K would say something. Of course I didn't mind helping her with a word that she didn't know how to pronounce or know what its meaning was. It was the conversations such as "I would really like a Sidekick phone" during our reading session that was getting on my nerves. I told her that we couldn't concentrate on our reading if she was going to continue to talk. We went back to reading and she would say "Mom!" I would look up and she would wink at me. She would say "Mom!" again and I would look up and she would blow me a kiss. Yup, that's my baby!