Ms. Salacious is having a baby! I feel like I should mark the occasion with a poem or something but I can’t rub two brain cells together to have a creative thought at the moment. The awesome thing is that I am madly and comfortably in love with my new family. A dramatic difference from the first time I went through this. Don’t get me wrong, this is still terrifying, The Boy is 12¬†after-all (who does that?!), but it’s a good feeling knowing that it’s not going to go the way of Mr. Salacious. What I have learned it that making a real, adult relationship work is hard. Understanding what ones baggage is, and doing something about said baggage are two separate processes. I don’t think that gets easier ever though, all we can do is work on it daily. I can say that I am still grateful that I’ve been through what I’ve been through. I think I’m a better person for it- or just more batshit insane.