THERE IS A GOLDILOCKS IN EVERY DAMNED STORY

The little family was very very happy.

This is where there should be a THE END but there isn't.

I finally got to be a stay at home mom. I was a room mother. I was a pink lady at the hospital. I volunteered at a battered children's home. I was a volunteer at the school. I did old lady ceramics.

I loved loved loved my life!

If life had continued on that way, I would be the ultimate scrapbooker I am sure. ~grins~

A few years rocked along and life was good. We were very comfortable money wise. We were very active in our local Church. I could not have asked for a better life.

I could go to Wal Mart and put ANYTHING into my buggy without having to figure out if we could afford it or not.

Then ex decided that he wanted us to have another baby.

I balked. Life was so good why upset it? Plus, I was terrified that I could not ever love another child like I loved babygator. After a lot of talking and soul searching I decided that I was on board and we began trying for another baby.

But nothing happened. For months...and then more months. After about a year, the doctor checked my thyroid level and found out that it was crazy and put me on meds.

Within a month I was preggers.

He and I were thrilled. Babygator? NOT.SO.MUCH.

In April of that year, we found out that I was pregnant with a boy. I thought I was hot stuff because there was no other boy born in the family (at that time) to carry on the last name. All there were was girls.

Score one for me!

Babygator was now furious that it was a boy. She would not even talk about it.

She later came around and would play a game with him while he was in the womb. She would talk to him on one side and he would kick. She would then quickly go to the other side and talk to him and we would watch him turn to find her! He loved her from the get go and did and does adore his sister.

So I incubated and finally let myself be happy. We had everything and life had finally come around full circle and was right.

In the early part of September, he came home talking a lot about a girl named Marcy who was an insurance agent trying to woo the insurance account for the business. He talked for several days about Marcy and it began to nag at a part of my heart. That little niggle of dread that you feel sometimes when you don't quite know what is wrong.

I finally confronted him one night while we were lying next to one another in bed. Here I was HUGH with child asking my husband if he was having an affair with Marcy and hoping beyond hope that it was just hormones on my part.

He told me, *It's not Marcy. It's not anyone.*

I burst into tears and he held me. I apologized for even entertaining the thought that he might be cheating on me again.

You see I heard what I wanted to hear. Read those two sentences again. The answer should of been *OMG NO! I am not having an affair!!*

Less than a month later, when babygator was 10 years old, bebo was born.

And she loved him fiercely.

And me? The woman who thought I could not love another child? I felt my heart double in size with the last push and realized I loved him just like babygator.

Later I found out that his girlfriend that he has had since April, came to see bebo behind the window at the hospital the day he was born.

It was not Marcy.

He later told me that he had not lied to me. I just had not asked the right questions.

.....just Mindy today