Dorky Deb… Grandma?

So I haven’t been posting very frequently here in recent weeks.  I started several posts I didn’t finish (LOL) but I’ve had a lot going on.  Amongst other things, it is currently ragweed season (i.e. Misery Season for me).  My breathing issues are much more complex this time of year.  And I just generally feel like crud.  I have breathing issues year round, but this time of year is the hardest on me.

That combined with the other stuff I deal with, just makes for a rough time of year.  So I kind of struggle to manage what I have to manage, much less worry about blogging.  So it’s not that I walked away from here, it’s just that I don’t feel very inspired to write anything when I am struggling to just put one foot in front of the other. No trying to be whiny, just trying to explain.

In other news while I’ve been not posting so much…

I had my 33rd birthday.  I still don’t think I’m that old in my head.  It’s so weird.

To pile on the weirdness in my life, I am now a Grandmother.  Got that… “Dorky Deb” is a GRANDMA.  At 33.

Not biologically, but in name.  My oldest step-daughter, who is 21, gave birth this past week to our first grandchild. He is so cute!  He was supposed to be a girl.  So I sent her tons and tons of baby girl stuff.  Loads of pink.  (Pink is my step-daughter’s favorite color as well.)  But it’s ok.  Toward the end of her pregnancy we were getting word that more recent ultrasounds were predicting the initial call may have been incorrect.  But they weren’t getting a good enough look to be sure.  So it wasn’t a total shock when he was born.  Personally I’m happy either way.  I just wanted him to be healthy.

Thankfully all of the big stuff we sent (papasan swing, bassinet, etc.) was all gender neutral.  So no pink there.  LOL And some of the outfits were gender neutral as well.

So my kids (ages 1, 6 and 7) are now aunts and an uncle.

baby Conner - newborn pic

Conner 4 days old

He’s a little early and is 4 lbs 1.5 ozs.  But he is doing great.  Breathing on his own and all that jazz.  I think my husband is going to need some time to get used to the term “Grandpa”.  He keeps whining…  “But I’m only 43.  I’m not old enough to be a Grandpa.”    Ummm….. yeah, hon you are.   😉

The term Grandma isn’t bothering me a bit since I’m not old enough to be her mother anyway. LOL!  He says it doesn’t help him when I say that.  😉

I plan on having fun with it.  There seems to be a certain percentage of the population that mistakes me for a teenager.  I have no clue where they get this (I think they need glasses).  But it happens, rather frequently.  And ever since I hit 30 it just makes my day.  LOL!   But I just can’t wait for the next time someone mistakes me for a teenager. I’m going to say, “Teenager, No I’m a GRANDMA!”

LOL!   🙂