Let me introduce myself

I'm a late to the game Mommy. My husband and I met in our 30s, got married after a couple of years of cohabitation then waited a few years to have fun before deciding to join DNA. Our son, Boy, is nearing the two year mark and is to put it mildly, a hand full of action.
When I got pregnant, I was prepared for the horror stories. Women who would tell me about marathon labours where the Mommy died a horrible brain blow out death or something. But I was shocked at how the horror stories were about how I was already to shit Mom because I had:
A. Wrong stroller, wrong car seat (Britax which a friend who is a cop said is the Cadillac of car seats)
B. Getting a elective C section
C. Actually paying attention to the doctor's warnings on my gestational diabetes rather than just stuffing my face with whatever I wanted
D. Being completely unwilling to find out the gender of our child before he was born
E. Not signing Boy up for the Right Preschool before he was born
It goes on for awhile. You cannot believe the amount of crap you take for just being alive. I thought it would stop when I finally hatched Boy. Oh was I insane
One of my decisions was to avoid Mommy Groups. You know, that world where Mommys get together with their precious spawn to discuss how to deal with the world of babies and toddlers. It's very warm and fuzzy sounding until you meet some of these crazy judgmental women who is quick to tell you how you are doing it all wrong.
Husband, Boy and I went out for ice cream last summer and met another new family. The Mom was quick to tell me that because Boy wasn't in daycare and I wasn't working, I was short changing Boy. Boy would be unable to be socially adept.
Now, Husband and I live in the Bay Area. Husband works in the tech field and makes just enough money for us to have the luxury of me being a stay at home Mom. I couldn't make enough cash to pay for Boy to have good daycare (unless I took a second job) and I'd rather he had a good beginning with his Mommy - like Husband and I had (both our Moms stayed at home for a first years). We rent a nice house in a nice neighbourhood in the hills. (Another discussion people have bombarded us with - why don't we own a home? C'mon, a decent house in a decent neighbourhood starts at $900K around here. We can afford nothing)
My blog will just me finding a place to vent about how incredible it is to be a Mom in modern America. The joys of Working Mom versus Stay At Home Mom. Why driving my SUV doesn't make me a terrorist anymore than your driving your Prius makes you a tree hugging patriot. And such.