When ever I get sad or want to cry for some reason little Willie (who will be named after my daddy who passed away), kicks me and I have no other choice but to smile. My father was truly a man among men. Him and my mother raised seven girls and two boys all on his income alone and even though we didn't have what we wanted....we always had what we needed. I can remember him always buying us chocolate for Valentine's day because we where always princesses to him. I can remember him telling me when...

Five weeks until I meet my Willie. July 4th......let's just hope everything I am feeling is purely pregnancy related....because if it's not I fear for what my mouth and attitude is going to say and do to a lot of people.

When your better half wakes up and sees you naked bouncing on your birth ball......the look and comment of "what the hell are you doing" that's priceless. lol.I needed that laugh so bad.

I love my son but only God knows how much more I can take.....between needing my medicine for my own mental illness, fighting the urges to drink, constantly dealing with issues that my family puts forth (even though I don't live with them). When ever something goes wrong I get a call. Missing my father and having my mother judge my every move like I am three instead of 32 I can't take any more.....the tears won't stop the anger won't stop and I just want to drown in a bottle of alcohol and cry. ...

The other part of my heart....I give him a hard time but I am truly blessed that God gave him to me.....

I refuse to let my body just sit still. I guess it's because one of my major problems is always pushing myself to move because pain for me is a part of life. Up this morning cleaning and preparing to cook while the second man of my dreams sleeps in (the first is my son). lol.....music is my motivation for this rainy morning.

Chicken Alfredo and cheese sticks lol....first meal of the day and baby boy is doing back flips.....he truly is his father's child because that combination any other time would not work.

The moment you get scared cause little man has not moved as much as he normally does....so you shake your stomach and he starts to judo kick you in the ribs and lower regions for waking him up.....have to love my son....lol....kick away

I miss my body ....lol.....but almost 31 weeks....not to long to go....hubby was being a ass behind the camera and I couldn't compose myself lol

I am truly sick and tired of my family....I.e. mother, sisters, nieces, all need to grow the fuck up. My day is not good and I am fucking tired of hearing their problems. Come July I am moving the fuck away from here and changing my fucking number. I don't even live with these damn people and everyday you call my phone because you can't get your shit together and think I am suppose to jump up and respond to stupid ass request. Dammit I am 32 my sister's are 27 and 23 some shit need to fucking ch...