Let's start from the wedding, then work onto the more important events in my life... *takes a deep breath*

Champ's wedding was nice. Esterhazy was a bit bigger than I thought it was going to be... and, of course, I figured that out by getting slightly lost. *grins* The wedding itself was short and sweet, and the reception was great! People in Saskatchewan know how to party! First, their receptions last until 2 a.m. (in Manitoba, they last until 1 a.m.), the events are plentiful and stretched out (they finally did the bouquet and garter toss at midnight), the food was good (some vegetarian options!), and, most importantly, cheap drinks. *thumbs up*

In Manitoba, because of some student drowning in a river after being in a bar with dollar drinks, our drink minimum is $2.25. In Saskatchewan, they don't have that minimum. As well, apparently it is illegal to make money off of alcohol there, hence no socials. Can anyone say $1.50 drinks??? *insert jaw drop* It is so rare where I spend only $9, and leave drink tickets on the table when I go...

On the subject of weddings, the third wedding I am going to in August is with my good University friend Smelly Marker Girl. Well, I had an email waiting for me from pen_girl when I returned home, saying that Smelly Marker Girl's fiance had a heart attack and just had open heart surgery. *blinks* Damn. He's only in his early 30's. Since I'm going to be down south at the end of the month anyway, I may tell my realestate agent to give my boyfriend the house keys (as much as it kills me not to be here) and spend some time with my friend.


And now to "the more important events"...

I don't know if I had ever mentioned it, but my boyfriend has a charming 2 year old son. My boyfriend does not have custody, and takes him the occasional weekend. Baby J's mother was a teen mom, and though someone was doing a good job raising Baby J, it sounds like the mom had made some wrong choices in life.

I have been raised in a family that children are the most important thing. If you have children, it is your responsibility to, if not have custody, to see them as much as possible and to take care of them. You put aside any personal conflicts you may have and direct all of your attention to raising that child. So, I always wanted Baby J to feel welcomed. The spare bedroom in our new house was going to be decorated as if it was Baby J's bedroom, so that he always has a place.

Rewind less than a week ago. (My gawd, has it only that long???) My boyfriend phones me up at work and says something like this... "Remember how we planned to have Baby J for a month in the summer? How about it that is longer? Like, permanently?" Okay, it didn't go exactly like that, but you get the gist. Apparently, mom ditched town about two weeks ago, and grandma visited my boyfriend at the electronics store, freaking out. He spent all day talking to lawyers, and planned to pick up Baby J after work.

Damn. As I told him, if he knocked me up, at least I would have 9 months to think about it. Dating a guy, moving into a house with him, and having a 2 year old kid. That was a lot to swallow at once. Especially if you are a reformed commitment-phobic.

My boyfriend went back to the grandma's that night since he forgot the diaper bag, and the mom was there! The mom didn't even wanted to talk to my boyfriend, and when grandma pushed her to do so, she started saying that she was in a situation....

Which he replied that she seems to be in a situation every month and walked out.

At the current moment, my boyfriend is filing temporary full custody. He has talked to various agencies here (which, unfotunately, doesn't do much except make more documentation), the police, and has chosen a lawyer. He is stressing out because lawyers aren't cheap, and he's scrambling to find money to pay for him. On the 29th, he goes to family court. He's worried that, after all of this, what happens if he doesn't get Baby J.

On my perspective: I've calmed down a lot about this. I admit, at first, I was hyperventilating. And I am still scared... but I think things are going to be good. Just because I am scared, it doesn't mean that I don't support him or that I don't think it's the right thing. I'm going to be there as much as I can (both for my boyfriend and for Baby J), and live this new life of mine one day at a time.