I peed on a stick today

I'm still here. I've been searching for my blogger mojo for quite some time but she's been MIA. That, and I just don't seem to have any time to myself anymore. Not complaining though. I'm accompanied (stalked and followed) by the greatest little guy ever. Seriously. I look at him and I'm overwhelmed with love. You know, like a crashing wave of raging L.O.V.E. It's awesome. Every day is an adventure and I'm so fortunate to get to spend it with my Bubster.

Diver Dude is fine. As in completely fine. As in normal-size-heart-beating-at-a-steady-rythm fine. After getting under the proper care of an amazing cardiologist and on the right meds, his heart seems to have "healed" itself. Doc thinks it was all caused by a virus! A stinkin' virus!!

Alright, alright, get to the stick-peeing already!
So, my blogger mojo is not the only thing that's been MIA. Ms Bloody Monster has also gone AWOL since a brief return i April. Again, not complaining! I'm on the mini-pill and still breast feeding up to four times a day (woah, if I'd told my younger self this she would've gasped :) and Dr. Google told me no, or irregular, periods is to be expected... But then I had this nagging voice whispering (in a high pitch, annoying kind of way) in my ear : -Lightning could strike twice! Stranger things have happened! You should pee on something! Do it! POAS!! DO IT!
So I did.
And it was negative.
And I was fine. Almost relieved.
We won't be trying for a sibling for Max. But for a split second while the dye was passing that magic window on the stick I felt a tiny flutter under my heart.

Peace.

Chasing my dream

Literally chasing my dream around the house.
A little over a week ago, at ten and a half months, Bubba started walking!
Life is good.
And so very, very busy.