Okay, okay, okay. I take it all back. Blame it on the hormones. Yeah, they're still hanging around.

This afternoon, my sweet baby boy had his first round of shots -- two in each leg ... ouch! His daddy got home from work, picked him up and carried him around as he cried for about an hour. After that, hubby cleaned the kitchen and the livingroom while I put the baby to bed (which took much longer than usual since his little legs hurt so badly.)

Then I just watched my son sleeping for a while, and I realized how very blessed I am. Sure, there have been rough times. I didn't know whether my son would have a daddy or not, and I faced being a single parent -- again -- but this time with three children instead of two.

But that didn't happen. I have my two precious daughters and a son whose world revolves around his mommy. And I have a husband who would hand the world to me on a silver platter. He's back to being the man I married ... only better.

And I'm complaining, why???

You're right, cat. I need to stop pondering so much on the old times. It's hard, because there's still so much of the "old life" that is lingering ... and will always linger with the child that H and OW created.

But it's like I've said from the beginning: the creation of a life is never, ever a mistake. The intention of that baby is not to hurt me. And truth be known, the intent of her mother wasn't to hurt me, either.

I don't know what tomorrow holds. But I look around at my life tonight, and I see how beautiful it is, and I know I've been very selfish to think that my life -- even with OW and the baby -- could be anything less than wonderful.