Time keeps on ticking, ticking, ticking

Happy womb week to you, happy womb week to you, happy womb week sweet baby, happy womb week to you… Week 32…. Omg can you believe it, only 8 more weeks to go. Today me and my hubby sang this to our daughter through the layers of my body… we showered her with gifts of love and affirmation…  then we ate oatmeal and cake!!!  I know it was a bad breakfast but give me a break, I mean I am pregnant… It is such an exciting season… 5days ago we celebrated our semi-1^st Christmas together… we gave her the Pixar movie Up and the matching novel.  So far we are on chapter 3 and she is enjoying every minute of it… it is perfect for bedtime… well at least for me it is great, I always manage to fall asleep before my husband finishes his pages… we are saving the movie to watch during the beginning stages of labor as a distraction… this holiday break has been just fantastic… I feel like my hubby and I finally had quality time together… (of course baby best too; she was been a moving machine doing all kinds of acrobatics, thus the sore spot above my belly button wear my skin has torn from the constant poking of her elbow, which caused the worst itching that i have ever experienced - i tried to attend to it with ice and lavendar, then i rubbed some Benadryl spray on it lol) we have worked really hard, purging old items and finishing the baby room – which is soooo beautiful, sometime we just go in there and stand and smile… we have also rested/played hard… we went to the movies 3 times… that is a new record for our busy lives… I have loved every bit of it to remind me how blessed I am to be in this union of love (side note about the media we watched 1^st Alvin and the Chipmunks – good message but body movements/music were way too grown, I mean who has ever seen super sexy tree rats, sending wrong messages to all the little female toddlers in the audience with grinding; Avatar – very good despite the ugly creatures, great theme and imagination, sweet love story “I see you”;  Law Abiding Citizen – ummm my spirit could have done without all the violence and corruption, furthermore the youth counseling experience wished I could have reported all the parents who thought that is was cool to bring their young ones along with them to this vexing movie; I hope that I will be a parent that is willing to say “oh well guess I cant go” when I don’t have a babysitter)

funky cold medina

i have no idea what this song is about but it is perfect for this entry... because i have discovered another unmentioned part of pregnancy... BoDY Odor... like i use to do three shows in a day and never smell "musty"... now i take a shower and wake up in the morning to a 7th grader living under my arms... i cant believe how hot and sweaty i can get so quick, without effort... lol and to add to the odor list lets add the gas that comes out of my body.... it is horrible... like i try to run from myself but it haunts me slowly like micheal myers... perhaps i should start a stay at home business packaging it and selling it to the military for special missions.. lol...

gasp!!!  i hope that these smells are not hurting my sweet baby... she has been so active lately that my insides need a knap.. i mean i can literally see her practicing for her river dance audition and playing dodge ball... gasp!!!! maybe she is playing dodgeball with my gas bubbles... that just has to be it... the other  night after we read her a book, said our prayers turned off all the lights, rocked her with warm hands, and she was still up playing womb games having a blast... i was sooooooo tired and wanted to go to sleep soooooo bad... but who can sleep with a foot in your lung - lol

i love her soooooo much, she is growing so much and brings so much joy to my day already... she responds to our touch and songs... plus all the doctor's  reports are excellent now... what they thought they saw on an original ultrasound is completely gone, and she is perfect - in the top %tal of all babies... thanks God for your faithfulness... everyday my faith and confidence in you is growing more and more!! all i have to say to the lying enemy is HA HA boo in yo face
Happy 30 Weeks in my belly sweet baby best!!!  only 10 weeks to go before you are in my arms... keep getting better everyday precious girl... wow wee!!! u r the best gift ever... see u soon

you're a mean one..

mr. grinch!  i like ths funny holiday song... i don't like that i recently had a day reflective of the song... full of grime thoughts... this is not my typical M.O... the other night as i returned the car that i borrowed from my sister, my eyes whelmed up, tears was my reaction to the reality that my life is really changing... now let me just say that tears seems to be a reaction to positive and challenging things alike these days... but this time i think it was really valid... i have not been "unemployed" since i was 15yrs old... i have had my own car since i was 17yrs... and now, by choice, i find myself temporarily without both... now i am forced completely to lean on my husband... and of course GOD as always... but my husband to a new level... he is an excellent supporter and provider but for the last two years i felt like a substantial contributor... like a team mate who plays second string but nevertheless i still had a mean hit and was often used in the game...  i mean for the last 10+ years i have been a  Charlie's angel with a theme song sung by Beyonce... but now i really am a for-real for-real WIFE and he has is THE MAN of the house.. OMG i want to rebel against this thought somehow... maybe go out on my balcony and burn my bra... but as i look down at my bear feet and hugely pregnant belly i realize it's too cold for this foolish display...  but this is just it... shazam now i don't have a research project, or long day at the office to hide behind when dishes are left in the sink or dinner is leftovers... i have tired to put on my mrs. clever hat but after one load of darks and purging one bag of crap in the office my tailbone hurts and my body takes me hostage for a knap... wow, change is challenging

this is why you should just go with the flow.... be like the lion king's wart-hog and sing "hukuna matata"... what good are our covey planners, when the most high is really in control of all things...  so what that i had planned to top last years holiday travels to the slopes of Toronto by relaxing in a beach cabana with dear friends in the bahamas... this year i will be doing something much better - i will be practicing on my birthing ball and celebrating baby best at my first shower... eat your heart out single ladies - hahahahaha

now i know what my sweet hubby will say " you are doing more than enough by carrying and caring for   human life 24/7"... and i politely smile and relax as he kisses my forehead but my mind screams BAAA humm baaaag... yeah yeah yeah... i finally arrived to the dream life of a christian women... the ability to stay home and care for my body/baby while allowing my husband to lead to the fullest... people dream and pray for this luxery.. and i admit it was my prayer as well... to be the sole caregiver for my child and home... well one of the two is not even completely here yet and i am already having second thoughts...
but i am no fool ladies... please believe i pull myself together quickly, before my bacon winner pulls in the garage i  steam away the green grup in the shower and pull out my inner eartha kitt -lol- ummmm yep i still got it, just not as often lol

Happy Thanksgiving gobble gobble Week 27

this year i am more thankful than ever... i am grateful for such a sweet family, abundance of material goods,  and especially this new life in me... yesterday she turned 27wks old my belly ... and she already has such a great personality... besides the fact that she is building quite a skymiles account and also a fan base of adoring fans... i can tell that she really enjoys belly gymnastics and womb-aqua aerobics... she absolutely loves when her dad comes into the room and plays tag with her through my stomach walls and we have so much fun together playing hide and seek... happy 1st thanksgiving baby best.. can't wait to feed you sweet potato pie next yr!

"and I'll take... with me the memories..."

to be that sunshine, after the rain...it was fitting that my last week of work was shadowed with rain... perhaps the heavens were all-broken up about this transition too... after 7yrs at IHAD my official time has come to an end... the timing is perfect since now i have completed my duty of co-raising several non-biological kids and God has trusted me with one of my own... but either way letting go is hard... wait, pause, while i suck the tears back into my eyes.. wow i never imagined what a life-changing experience this job would be...it was the best job a recent college grad could ever ask for.. the opportunity to daily serve youth and influence them to achieve life success through educatiion was awesome, and for the last 7yrs i gave it all i had  - all my time, creativity, passion, and prayers... this job went beyond the scripted educational goal straight to my heart - where i loved and served these young dreamers like they were my own... now i see that we kinda all grew up together...  boy do i have some memories - bad and good... but all 100% worth it.. experiencing life happenings together...i must chuckle because some of my kids still have not fully accepted my 2yr old marriage yet and seem to work hard not to acknowlegde my pregnancy... while others cried over my engagement video and were estasically jumping in the middle of the street at the site of my baby bump...you know it was actually one of my kids who knew about baby best before we did... she had a dream about my pregnancy two weeks before i even had a clue... what a connection huh... OMG where is the tissue when you need it, my sniffling is going to wake up my husband...

as the last dreamer that i visited at college walked back into his dorm i knew that something had changed... that i had reached a new milestone... this stone had Acceptance written on one side and Trust written on the other... i must accept that the 8th grade students that i met 7yrs ago are now almost 21 yr old adults whom hold the outcome of their future in their own hands, i must accept that i did all that i could to prepare them for success by giving them a wide variety of life tools... and finally i must trust that God will continue to protect/guide them on their paths, and that they will call me if they get lost... or at least i hope so... (immature translation = oh  please oh please oh please call me for help) 

year 7 is a perfect year to transition out , you know since it is God's number of completion... but it still is hard... change and life tranisitions are scary and uncomfortable...  i knew that it would end one day buuuuuut... well, you know the big question... what now?.  i had this IHAD job down packed.... and now i am starting a new one, probably the most important job ever, being a full-time 365/24/7 MOM... how do you create a resume to qualify for this gig... it feels different when they are really your own, i am responsible for this child's upbringing and well-being,  no one else to blame for her life hic-cups but myself...  and i am going in full-force - no "new" career to provide an escape for 8hrs per day... OMG now talk about life changes... i have worked a steady job since i was 15yrs old... now i won't be a bread-winner but a bacon-cooker... (the best possible organic bacon-cooker that is lol)... now i wont be a tailored suit professional but a stay-at-home mom expected to breastfeed, homecook, and clean.... OMG my Masters Degree did not train me for this...sigh- Lord please make me domestic... nevertheless, here i come new job... i hear that the hours are long and that the pay is low, but i know the experience will be PRICELESS... so where do i stand in line to get my "certified mother"  name badge... but after 7 yrs it is just hard to walk away... i mean this group of people has experienced 2 degrees, a wedding,  cars, several trips, a boatload of hilarious life experiences, and now a pregnancy with me- sigh

what happened to the good ol days when people just clocked in, worked at their station for 8 hrs, and then clocked out without any emotional connection gosh!!!

i mean the reality is that these 30+ kids have prepared me for baby best like non-other..ohhh i have seen the attitudes, the drama, the excuses... and best of all, witnessed the success.. perhaps 18 years from now she will have them to thank for me knowing all the teenage trips and falls inside out, which therefore made me a "no mam, I'm sorry" parent.... lol

well  thanks boss lady, sponsors, and dreamers for trusting and working with me all these years... i truely love you and will forever hold dear our relationships..."it's so hard to say goodbye, to yesterday"

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Can you tell me how to get...

did you watch Sesame Street when you were a kid... one of the few teaching songs that I remember from the show went like this... give me 5, give me 5, give me 1 2 3 4, but if you love me, more give me 5... this is the perfect song to represent this last month.. month 5 of pregnancy has been a blast... thank you lord... I have been enjoying being married and pregnant soooo much... I love my ever-growing belly... showing it off is so much cool... and my baby girl is so much fun... I am convinced she knows what time her daddy leaves and returns from work and is always ready for a game of patty-cake or tag with him... his head on my lap as he bonds with his little girl is soooo precious... ( but I have to stop the game after about 15mins because, unlike my hubby, I can feel all those love taps in my belly, she is strong) anyway get ready world cause I think she is going to be amazing... oh and I have proof... recently she has been practicing her gymnastics, African dance, and abstract water sculpting daily in my belly... unfortunately for me her rehearsal schedule happens right at the peak of my bed time... lol... i'm telling you, God knew that it would take us the whole 9 months to become self-less enough to be a parent.. I found myself, at 4am, begging this 24 week old girl genius to please chill out so I could go to sleep... but like her father, she seemed to be committed to completing the masterpiece she was working on... so after plenty of tossing and turning, praying and reading the word, and trying to spark a convo with my cationic hubby, I surrendered to her movement... I decided that 5 to 7am was a is a perfect time for a mother/daughter moment... so we went downstairs for cereal and a foreign movie... lol I love her so much and she makes me smile...

wow life is such an ever changing portrait... I love posing for it but think that candid shots are the best... you know the times life catches you in a surprise spot... without your best face on or prepared look.. it is in these life shots that you see the real you.. and can really measure your beauty... recently my hubby and I have been in this place where surprise snaps are flashing all around us... we are having to make some really grown up decisions about our future... it is kinda fun/exciting and kinda nerve wrecking since our choices now include baby best... we want nothing less than what is best for her and know that it is the actions that we do that affect her... ummmm I guess this is what makes parenting a promotion of joy and responsibility...

ps it is only 16 weeks to go... that means I have 112 days to work out enough to make my body a candidate for a quick and easy home delivery... ok so this means more walking and some non-yogi yoga... and some individual water aerobics since my class is over.. plus, most of all increase of prayer and positive reading to boost confidence...

pss welcome Fall... i cant see my feet anymore

psss oh yea and here is a follow up to my entry to the enemy...
I am pleased to say that she, our little girl - baby best, is PERFECT... all issues that the docs were concerned with were gone when we went in for the follow-up visit... the doc said " absolutely nothing to worry about except the Atl Braves and the weather but not our baby, SHE IS FINE"... all of her test came back above normal and she is developing in the highest percentile category...WOOOOO HOOO Thanks GoD... war in prayer works!!!

"Let's Get Physical, Physical.....I Wanna Get..."

I wrote this entire blog 90mins ago but my computer had a brain fart and lost it…. So let me try it again… please forgive if some of the original flavor was lost…

anyways the last 10 days have been great… we took a walk in the park and witnessed a mixed culture wedding that made me cry…we celebrated week 22 of prego-ness in the baby’s new cleared out bedroom after selling all of the old furniture on craig’s list…I went to the movies to see two new, excellent black cinema flicks… which means I am now able to stay awake past 9 pm without turning into a pumpkin… Taraji’s hair was the freaking bomb but unfortunately Chris Rock made me want to protest my perm and burn my weaves… I mean I am thinking about going natural just so I can look my daughter in her eyes one day and say “baby your hair is beautiful naturally.. just the way God made it”… plus I visited a few of my students at their colleges.. this means that I am now able to go out of town & back in a car without vomiting or falling asleep.. it was so great seeing my students fulfilling the academic dream… but let me just say that Baby Best might have it a little tough… all this practice with youth is making me very sharp… can’t get nothin’ past me, boo…

So physically I have been feeling just perfect… I am loving my new big belly and my new nipple-look-alike belly button… plus the bonus of no longer being afraid of physical intimacy has now freed me to enjoy life again!!! So life is good and being prego is fun… wait wait wait.. there was last night when I had horrible heartburn… I mean it was so bad I thought my eardrums were sweating and that my chest was going to explode… my hubby had to be on back-patting duty for 30 minutes until I burped out enough acid to go back to sleep… but other than that I’ve been fine… wait, well, oh yeah, I did have to go to the hospital…

The hospital… THE HOSPITAL… the hospital… WHAT??? Yes it is true, after 36 hours of excruciating, unfamiliar pain, I broke down and went to the hospital... the freaking arch-nemesis to my commitment to the world of natural living… but the pain was so strong, so frequent, so weird, I had to make sure all was well… not with me so much but with my precious cargo… plus, it hurt so bad I could not cry, my hubby kept asking me all these questions and singing/praying all loud, and I could not find the symptoms in any of the three thousand pregnancy books we have beside our bed… so I went to the hospital.. “dun, dun dun dun”… that is the scary dilemma music… I was being sucked into the world of social norms… I mean the pepto pink colored walls weren’t that bad after all... and the nurse was really nice… plus the sound of my perfect baby girl’s heart beating, feet kicking, and hands punching was hypnotizing me… and to top it off they showed me an ultra-sound and I could see her cute face hide and her body jump from the hiccups… awwww it was the sweetest site ever… perhaps I could learn to love this remote control bed…


But I snapped out of the delusion when the nurse came in to tell me that all the tests were normal and Baby Best was super great… and then she handed me a pain medicine that I had to take right then because I was unable to take it out of the hospital because it was a narcotic… A NarCotic… WHAT??? My hubby said that I instantly sprang up out of pain-curl position and said “get that shit out of here!!” lolololoolol I didn’t say that of course but I did ask for a Tylenol instead… I swallowed one and hid the other pill under the covers like the James Caan character in the 90’s flick Misery… then I hobbled myself out of there… came home and just thugged it out, embraced the growth

After researching the internet, I realized that my attempts to handle prego-ness like I an all-American White housewife, minus the cute dog, backfired on me… turns out that exercising 4 days in a row was good for the body but came at a high price… yep, the total was a full serving of pain – and the copay from me visiting the hospital of course.. it appears that I was just having round ligament pain… umm yep that’s right round ligament pain… I didn’t even know I had round ligaments… I thought they were all straight and rectangle-ish.. but it appears that my uterus is using the ligaments that surround it to bully my organs out of the way in order to make more room for Baby Best.. well it seems that the muscles/ligaments that have been holding my organs for the last 28yrs were like “hold up wait a minute” … this sparked a terrible internal conflict which caused me serious PAIN… but after another day of rest I was A-okay… and home is now more than ever where my heart is and where my baby girl will be born….

happy happy, joy joy 1/2 way there..

soooo many cute things for my little girl catches my eyes everytime i walk into any retail store... awwwwww this is going to be so much fun... i have a brand new fondness of other people's children in stores and restaurants too... like all of a sudden i notice the sweetness of Father's embraces or Mommy's looks... i see the adorable pigtails and hear the funny giggles... it is so touching

the last two weeks has been the best yet... baby best is moving and grooving... i actually have been walking and working out in the water... i try to run to the pool and jump in the water quick because lets just say i cant see my feet or my cha-cha to do any special grooming... plus i gained 4lbs this month which means i am no longer a food hater and can eat... and best of all I LiKE MY HusBAND again... like he has been looking so hot to me and i love having him around... this is so good because i was really worried last month that i might frown at him forever lol!!

omg and i must admit i love all the attention now... like i love that my body i no longer a indeterminable round but officially pregnant... i get extra smiles, passes to the front of the line, and pleasant nods from strangers..

finally happy 20th week of living my sweet baby girl... you have been doing such a great job growing and stretching, fully developing and being the best baby ever... you are half way to our arms and all the way in our hearts... keep up the good work see you in 20 more weeks

Uncensored Sidenote To enemy - "I'm a soldier"

Are you out of your mind satan... Dont u ever let my child's name come out of your lying mouth... God decides her destiny and He has declared that she is perfectly and wonderfully made.. the apple of His eye, hidden in His wings...BLESSED (Psalm 139:14, 17:8, Deut 28:4)... you have absolutely no power over anything in my life... you have no right to make any claim about her... let me remind you liar of a couple of truths... #1 this baby was set apart for this perfect time to be born out of a Godly love and covenant between my husband and I, #2 she ain't no cheap chick, for her life was purchased with the priceless blood of Jesus, and #3 remember you got fired from your position, kicked out, and then replaced by someone better for the job when God made me in His image... dont be jealous now that i do your past job of worshipping the living King better than you ever could do... wow I love singing praises to His name, God says that when I open my mouth to worship it is a sweet sound in His ear a beautiful fragance in His nostrils... that is why last night i ignored your negative rumors, wiped my tears, then spit and laughed in your face by WORSHIPPING my mighty God!

so please know that I have the authority to move mountains, proclaim life, and YES whip your lying ass... oh but you should remember what it is like to loose fights huh.. cause for three days MY Jesus beat you down for even trying to act like you had power over Him or His children... so shut the hell up liar... your voice annoys me like the bark of a unwanted mangy dog... note what happened to Old Yeller when he TRIED to buck up, act bad, and threaten the boys beloved family - he shot him dead... so DIE you lying dog... I think i will put on a Micheal Vick shirt today just to show my full support of removing useless dogs like yourself from the earth...

This is NOT the fight that you want, because I WILL WIN!!! What is written about me in God's word is not a joke... I AM A BAD GIRL... All authority (all power of rule) in heaven and on earth has been given to Me...I am strong and courageous... FEARLESSLY filled with power, love, and a sound mind... dressed in the whole armor of God which includes the shield of faith which STOPS the evil fiery arrows... No one will be able to stand up against ME all the days of MY life...the enemies who rise up against me will be defeated before me. They will come at me from one direction but flee from me in seven... (Matt 28, Deut 28, Josh 1, Tim 1, Eph 6) I think you get the idea you lying serpent spirit... but just in case you need a visual check out this video...punk your big roar means nothing when you try to attack my baby... in full confidence I GET REAL HOOD and me plus all my bold believing friends return in the unity of the Lord to whip your ass AGAIN!!! [in Jesus name of course :)]watch and understand

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LU8DDYz68kM

Isn't SHE lovely...

Isn't she lovely... Isn't she wonderful... Isn't she precious... Less than one minute old

I never thought through love we'd be... Making one as lovely as she... But isn't she lovely

made from love

Isn't she pretty... Truly the angel's best... Boy, I'm so happy... We have been heaven blessed

I can't believe what God has done... through us he's given life to one... But isn't she lovely

made from love

These lyrics are the best way i can express my delight and excitment to know that baby best is a perfect GIRL. what an amazing surprise wooooooo hooooooo!!! she yawned as she slept on her placenta pillow... my heart melted instantly... every inch of her completely perfect... then with her feet crossed at the ankle she revealed... I'm a girl!!! i am so in love with our little girl... everyday we get to know each other better... like so far i can tell she has a little of her mom in her as she always dances after i eat a good meal and seems to start her belly party right as i put on my pjs for bed. :) we are going to have so much fun together...Keep growing my love, i will see you in feb!

I love you and so does the rest of the world... check out what happened when i annouced you on Facebook!

Richmond Duain Martyn, ShaRellish Love, Jamaal Kearse and 9 others like this.
Dashill SunNovah SmithWow!! A lil bitty Charity :)
September 23 at 6:04pm · Adrienne Smith CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! We will welcome another drama queen to inspire the world:)!!!!
September 23 at 6:06pm · Tamara Bass Awwwwww...CONGRATS!!!Little girls are soooo precious!!!
September 23 at 6:06pm · Maurice Cobb YEAHHHHHHHHHHH. awwwww. a little you. thank god there is Justin to balance you out.
September 23 at 6:18pm · Erica Lenise Yay a lil Charity!!!!!!!!!!! Congrats!!!!!!!!!!
September 23 at 6:20pm · Toni Brown YAY!!! Our girls will play 2gether.
September 23 at 6:40pm · Ada Camps congrats mama
September 23 at 7:04pm · Jabarri Banks CONGRATS!!!!! A baby girl. Wow!!!!!! That is so what's up
September 23 at 7:37pm · Meme L PinkeltonI knew the day you told me you were pregnant! no kidding. I thought you wanted it to be a suprise?
September 23 at 7:53pm · Alexis Schley congrats !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
September 23 at 7:59pm · Constance T. Blake Aww look at the baby.. Okay so how about an arranged marriage I'll offer you a good spot at the trailer park annual picnic and heck I'll make sure Aiden gets a 7th grade education.. He'de be the smartest person at Forest Green Trailer Park..
September 23 at 8:47pm · Zoie Sykes Lol Constance!
September 23 at 9:33pm · Stephanie PeayYippee Skippee!!! OMG I'm so excited for the three of you. I can't wait to meet her!
September 23 at 9:47pm · Kimberley Simmons Awww look at her nose ans her mouth...Charity I am so happy for you!
September 23 at 11:33pm · Charity Pj Thanks guys and to constAnce I am grooming this little lady now to be the miss hog trot champion right now. yesterday I bought 10 yards of lace ruffle for her 1st trailer reunion ball so as you can see lil Aiden will have you at least start 9th grade to b on her level lmbo
September 24 at 7:13am · Constance T. Blake Some people move to the East side of the park and think they moved up when they only went sideways... 9th grade humpp.. Lol Seriously, CONGRATS!!!
September 24 at 7:47am · Mrs. Tifiny Carol HarrisCongrats Jordans! Can't wait to see that lil face...
September 24 at 10:45am ·Melissa Frankel Perlmutter yea!!!!!
September 24 at 1:36pm · Andrea Pittman join the girls club. Lol! :-)
September 24 at 1:51pm · Brenda Nicole Moorer what a beautiful blessing! Its amazing isnt it? congrats to the both of you!
September 24 at 2:07pm · Danika Summers u have to name her after me!!!
September 24 at 9:58pm · Qiana Denis No Qiana a good name for her
September 25 at 12:29am · Isis Stephenson Awwww this is beautiful. I'm so excited for you. I remember those days. I'm a mommy now and I cant wait for ur little princess to come out and meet mine.
September 25 at 2:04am · LaTavia Lopez Congratulations!! And welcome to motherhood finally:) may god continue to bless you and ur family. This is a joyous moment. I'm so happy for you and hubby.
September 25 at 7:41am · Jamaal Kearse Congrats on your discovery. Ya'll are having a lil' Charity...I happy for you, shawty. Peace & Blessings to you & yours. Tell Jordan I said, Congrats.
September 25 at 9:03am · J Michael Kinsey Go head girl!!!
September 26 at 11:14am ·Richmond Duain Martyn NICE!!!!! congrats, i want my first to be a girl also. luv ya girl. take good care of yaself. CANT WAIT!!!! :)
September 27 at 7:50pm · Amanda Crump aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!! friend!!!
September 27 at 11:38pm · Charity Pj OMG i am still so excited everyday i fall more in love with saying the word her and she... :)sigh... thanks friends for all the support and love...

Getting My "Grown Man" On (Husband)

No pretense this time. I've been busier than a one-armed squirrel 3 weeks before winter hits. Can you say Griiiiinding. I've never liked the word "hustle." But baby-on-board has compelled me to work harder than ever before at any and everything at the same time. I've always worked hard at just about whatever I endeavor, but something about the expectation of this little one has sent me into a frenzy. Anxiety and a barrage of mixed emotions has shuttled me further along this path of worker bee syndrome. Do I have less faith, now that I'm motivavted to work more? I know that it's God-given. I just need to channel it into the right streams.

Now, every second counts. Every commute is filled with a studio session where I'm drilling my mind with complex rhymes and intense scenarios to develop into the ultimate emcee. Each work day is filled with thoughts of world conquest through the starting blocks of a side business, two simultaneous mixtapes, pushing an album, booking shows, serving my friends' dreams, finding time to read up on the baby, taking care of my wife's needs (albeit not many--her primary desire is for time, the very thing that's already strained), stepping up my responsbility around the house, winning souls, building my church's brand and caring for some strained relationships in my family.

Calm. Rest. Weight gain. Getting fat. Long naps. Great sleep. Wonderful cuddling. Peace. Joy. All the plush benefits of being an expectant father. Well, I've not gained any weight. I've only had peace and calm after spending time in the presence of the Lord, I always feel guilty for everything I don't do (dangit, I didn't wash the dishes, I left Charity with more clothes to wash, I didn't go buy that prego pillow, I didn't cook dinner, I made a etc.), I'm not getting more sleep because I haven't been able to cuddle with my wife (resulting from an expensive, too-soft bed that sinks when in the middle when I'm too close), but there is some light in this tunnel of future daddy daycare...

Yesterday, on the 20th of Septempber in the year 2009, I felt my baby move for the first time. It was as if he or little she pushed back through the great baby wall, throwing daddy a high five (probably with a foot) through the great bubble divide. Oh, what a glorious feeling. And I'm almost jealous that it's still all the more special for my wife, because she can feel the baby on the inside and the outside. Oh, the joy she has. In reading "The Expectant Father," a beautiful hand-me-down gift from coworker Nicole and her beau Donshay, I learned about the phase where the father can feel isolated, neglected, outside the circle of pregnancy and wifely goo-gahs. I can't say that I feel isolated or neglected, just a bit jealous that I cannot emote the same way.

That I cannot lavish in the same emotional euphoria of anticipation that I witness in my wife. But then again, she most certainly deserves it. If that is one of the few rewards of being chosen to carry our child, then may she be so blessed to feel the baby inside and out, to see the ultrasound and witness God using her very vessel as his life factory. Does this sound all too abstract? Forgive me. I wrote this one for me.

Oh, I'ma changin'....baby I am a'changin'. The wonder and mystery of this life has blown a new leaf this way, and I am determined to find its tree.

I LIKE THE WAY YOU MOVE... BUR NA NA

omg my baby is moving and grooving... like its not just gas bubble like flutters anymore... it is real deal movement... on yesterday, a rainy Sunday morning, my brave little fetus fought off millions of tadpoles with such vigor that a felt the thumps thru my belly... ahhhhhhhh it was so sweet, so surreal, so amazing... i mean i am so having the best baby ever, like this baby is so obediant already and gave Daddy five on command... i love my... i mean our little baby... all last week i felt you balled up in a knot every morning when i awoke... you would scatter after my prolonged mushy ooohs and ahhhs... and the on last thursday i felt you rumble and roll on my pelvic floor laughing at the Whitney/Orprah interview with me...and now on this glorious Sunday you pow-pow...the movement made me say i forgive you baby best for putting me on bed rest last week, i forgive you for making my ribs feel like i was a extra for rocky balboa, and i forgive you for making my pelvis feel like i ran the ironman marathon... i mean after all like the three professionals i consulted reminded me... your body is just stretching for the baby... speaking of my baby joy.. tomorrow i get to see my baby again and finally find out the gender... OMG is it a boy or girl, or is it 2 boys or 2 girls, or is it 1 boy 1 girl.. i mean my uterus was measuring 20 weeks at week 16 so you never know maybe we will be surprised... i am soooo excited i could sleep outside the perinatal center in the rain to look at you my baby love...you are the best... or you guys are the best... eeee eeee eeeEk!

Husband's Response: Today I witnessed a miracle. My baby touched me back through the wall of baby goodness, at 4 months, 1 week and 5 days. It was so amazing. It was as if the baby knew I was outside, like little she or he was playing patty cake with my hand. And that makes me wonder: can the baby feel my hands when they're cold, or because they're hot? Or heavy? So many questions. But even though it was real before, it is unquestionably real now...

Money, Money, Money....Money! (Husband)

"Some people. Got to have it. Hey hey....some people. Really need it..." Sing it, O'Jays. Because that sounds like my baby talking. I felt as if I was covertly cast in a Mastercard commercial. Recyclable Baby Diapers? $20. Self-closing Pacifier? $9. 4-in-1 Daybed and Crib? $429. Having your first child? Priceless.

Seriously, why does a bjorn baby carrier cost so much? Can't I buy a sturdy bookbag, cut two holes for feet and set my baby in it? And why buy a Crib/little prison cell that hovers above the ground, when I could build my own fort of pillows around two stacked, folded blankets and lay my baby in the middle? Why do clothes that can be worn no longer than 3 months max, comprised of a mere 15% of the fabric and stitching of my own, cost the same amount of money? Why does a designer carseat that is supersafe and expands to any age/size from 2mo. to 4 years old not come with a stroller frame? Why do strollers not come with carseats, at least the kind that I'd actually want to put my baby in? Why are there at least 50 different kinds of pacifiers for my baby to choose from, and only a few kinds of vitamins?

Not that the Lord hasn't blessed us with more than enough to meet all of our needs, but wow, what a culture shock. Baby culture shock has reduced me to eschewing my formerly mizer lifestyle of starving myself and pinching every penny. Charity will atest to me spending money on a whim, almost all of it purely going to food, to feed her new, spontaneously ravenous appetite, and well, mine too. But mostly because I'll go without eating, just not remembering or wanting to stop what I'm doing, because the "it" is always at the time so much more important than food. But hey, isn't that what we work for, anyway? I've always known that without an actual monetary goal, we'll squander our money and not know where it went. When we don't need anything, money slips through our fingers. And when we have a need, we'll squeeze $40 value out of a $20 bill in 0 seconds flat. I keep thinking, though, that 20 years ago my parents combined probably made about as much as college kids right out of school (before the market crashed), and I had every toy I ever dreamed of. I think my sister's childhood was devoid of the overly requested pony that all girls ask for, but what were we going to do with a pony in the suburbs on the South side of Fort Wayne, IN? Yeah, sorry, Jil. I stretched this out just to say that God has been way too good to us for me to fret about money. Or anything for that matter. He has blessed and enriched my life, and I don't know why He thought so much of me that He chose Charity to belong to me! What could I possibly complain about? In any regard? Nothing. So I take back everything I have just said.

Wife's Response: I guess it did not relieve your stress to have your pregnant wife break down into tears in the middle of the Maternity Section as she tried on prego clothes for the first time!

Big Panties, Thin Food

Couldn't really think of a song to headline this one... sigh, guess what?... i need to buy bigger panties again.. (super-dramatic "WHY, WHY).. i mean i guess i understand that this is just part of the process, but gosh so soon, again... dont be surprised by my denial - my hubby had to go out and purchase my first batch of bigger bloomers on his own... he was worried that my old bikinis tight elastic band was going to leave a permanent imprint across our baby's head... anyway i chuckled as we opened the pack and spread out the huge briefs... gosh babe these will last me the whole 9months...NOT!!! its 4 wks later and i need more, larger panties... GASP, the despair... i mean you are talking about a girl that wore the same underwear size since my sophomore year of college... me and my round brown and semi-flat tummy knew each other so well, size was never a question... but not anymore...Memories, da da da da da da da, nothing more than memories of the way we were!.. plus whenever i rub my baby some love i bump into my newly showing belly button...sigh

ahhhhh my baby... i just love this human being soooo much... his (i really think its a boy) or her heartbeat is soooo strong and he is growing so well... my recent prenatal went really well... i just imagine looking at my baby sleep and admire his or her, but mainly, his fine features... ooooooo mommy's baby... i love you! i love you soooo much that i can no longer pump myself with harmful toxins and hormones... you have so changed me.. so much so that i am pushing past my frugal-ness... oh yes my little baby best... today i went grocery shopping at Whole Foods... well, I went meat shopping.. let me just say that it is expensive to buy thin food, free-range, good for you meat... i almost spent $100 on 4chicken cutlets, 1/2lb of beef, 3sausages, turkey and ham slices, bread, cheese, and all natural detergent!!! why is better for my body more painful to my pocket... but dont worry about the cost my darling child..you are worth it

"Leave Me Alone" sing it MJ

well, well, well let me just say I now totally understand what the King of Pop was talking about.. in a previous post I raved about my awesome husband.. well he is still just as awesome... but i must be honest and say sometimes, hmm how can i say it positive... he is TOO good... he just knows too much.. "put this pillow under your back because it will make you feel better", "you will get more pee out if you lean forward and sit there longer" and on and on.. I just want to be like shut up... i mean has your pelvis ever stretched or uterus growed or your bladder become a never-ending reservoir of liquid... NO SIR... so chill out my love... but it is not just him - who can never be that bad in my eyes... last night we did our first middle of the night run to Wal-mart to get me some COCO Puffs... a cereal that i have not desired for at least ten years!

I have done it too myself... all the helpful mother-to-be books are also getting on my nerves.. "sleep on your this side not that side", "don't eat deli meat but eat lots of meat", "breathe deep, stretch shallow"... OMG i get myself all in a tizzy... at my in-laws Labor Day Fish Fry i stood over the buffet for 10mins trying to remember whether I could only eat fresh water or salt water fish... then when i finally eat, i just can't seem to figure out what is giving me heartburn... but that doesn't matter i apparently have more important things to think about like nursery themes, car seats, college funds, and names... sigh Micheal sing it one time for me.. gone girl, hee hee

What would I look like if I were a girl? (by Husband)

Bear with me, this'll be my most cerebral entry yet. What would I look like if I were a girl? This question and many more puddle my thinking with profound and complex questions that mainly lead to nothing but thoughts of what lies ahead. I am definitely an internal thinker. Even in my conversations with the Lord, I find myself peacefully in the inner sanctum of reasoning with God as if we’re chatting over a leisurely game of chess in heaven’s foyer. Thank you, Lord, for making me a father. For blessing us with a child. At first, I was gonna wait to call myself a father until my child breathed its first breath on its own, but sure enough Charity’s body has two heart beats. Why shouldn’t I claim the life of my child since he/she is indeed living? And I am determined not to allow fear any place in this pregnancy. So, I am a father, and Lord, you are so faithful and good to me. There is nothing I could’ve done to deserve such a promotion. And already my life is changed. This time, I haven’t even needed to persuade myself into thinking I’m different. My nature is changed. I simply am a new man. Both in my words, and in spirit. So I ask again, what would I look like if I were a girl? If Charity’s womb is the factory of lilacs and roses, will she look like me? Or will she carry on the curvaceous, gentle and sweet, loyal nature of her mother? And if a boy, will he think in songs like his mother? Will he be both creative and meticulous like his father? Will he draw pictures with his left hand? Oh, so many delightful memories to create. God is so good. I have so many things to look forward to, I don’t know where to begin. It keeps me up at night, even now, writing my heart’s desires at 1:26am on the first of September, my favorite month.

The "Maybe" Baby (by Husband)

I've had my first dose of "Maybe I'm not ready for this" today, when Charity woke up pregnant again, and I just got up like normal forgetting that she couldn't move as fast, like....dang, That's right. She's pregnant! Ah.....and then you know how you try to fix things since you're the man?! Well only if I could crawl into her back and massage each one of those aching back muscles and tell her organs to move over and make room for the baby... I hate seeing her so uncomfortable at times, and not be able to do anything but pray. And one time while I was praying, she told me to shut up because I was trying to rebuke a normal pregnancy symptom, LOL! Oh what laughs we have. Marriage is the best. If dudes knew how good we actually had it, they'd get saved just to get married!

"I'm every woman..it's all in me" (week 14/15ish)

Which topic should I pick first... white wife vs. black wife... or inappropriate responses...both so juicy… ahh decisions, decisions… never mind let’s just go for it…
-say someone tells you that they are getting a new car… it is inappropriate to respond – my cousin purchased that same new car and got in a car accident that left him paralyzed

-say someone tells you that they are going to Japan for a mission trip... it is inappropriate to respond – whew my church went to that same part of Asia last year and not one person got saved the whole time

-say someone tells you that they just got engaged to a man named Charles... it is inappropriate to respond – Charles you know most men named Charles are either sex offenders or repeated cheaters

In the same manner it is inappropriate to respond to a mother to be who is simply, honestly answering the question that you asked by saying things like – oh really... I don’t know about that; what! You do know people can die giving birth; ooo are you sure about that because it is going to be very, very painful; wow such-n-such baby almost died right after it was born; what in the world made you want to do something crazy like that; etc.

Before you start holding your chest saying “OMG she is talking about me” let me just help you out. I am not talking about any specific person. Unfortunately, this is the response that I have received over and over again when people ask me the following… “Oh, what doctor are you using?” and I respond “we are using a midwife”…then they always follow-up with, “oh ok, what hospital are you going to deliver the baby at?” And then I respond – “none, we are having a home delivery.” Next is complete SILENCE, strange looks, and squinted eyes followed by the above inappropriate responses. (One person even asked me “is your husband black?”.)
I never knew that the personal decision that my husband and I made would cause such a ruckus. Why is having a home delivery or using a midwife so foreign here in the states? The rest of the world has not abandoned this idea, actually it is quite the norm. Remember that having a child is a natural part of a female’s life. Our bodies were built specifically for this process and has been preparing for it monthly since you were in middle school. Delivery is not an automatic traumatic, emergency in need of serious medical attention. Furthermore, most of the world’s great minds including Shakespeare, Sojourner Truth, or our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ were not born in hospitals or by doctors.

Hospitals did not spring up in North America until 1691. Wiki says “The best-known type of hospital is the general hospital, which is set up to deal with many kinds of disease and injury, and typically has an emergency department to deal with immediate threats to health. A general hospital is typically the major health care facility in its region, with large numbers of beds for intensive care and long-term care” (Now does that make you feel happy, safe, and clean place to bring precious, new life into the earth. I won’t even begin to speak about all the mistakes made in hospitals or the germs that travel on doctors scrubs from room to room or the Ob/Gyn profession that is even younger than hospitals because for some people this is the necessary and perfect fit.) So Justin and I are going to give birth to our first beloved child Baby Best (no sex, no name yet) in the comfort in our own home. Yes, we have decided not to be hooked to machines, doped up, placed in metal stirrups, or rushed while delivering new life into this world. It actually was a very natural decision. About a week after I knew I was pregnant I began to research delivery options. All the years of TLC’s Baby Story had sparked my curiosity. I wanted to be somewhere calm, intimate, warm, full of love, and that would support my desire to have a natural birth… my research led me right to the place I was researching from – My Home!

Now I am just like some of you, I eat pork, perm my hair, love Country music, bank online, and love most other life-easing technology – so such an un-modern, un-contemporary, well really un-American idea, challenged me too. But somehow it just felt so right. So exactly Charity. So organically perfect for me! The more I searched the clearer it became (Sigh with a smile!) Yep it is official, I am using a midwife and having a home delivery. We are working with an amazing midwife. Just in case you care she is African American – that was a non-negotiable for me. She is very experienced and so right for me – I mean how many ob/gyns will text you to see if your diarrhea went away or check in to see how your healthy recipes turned out! So now that the cat is out of the bag let me prompt you with some appropriate responses for you to say to this personal disclosure… “Best wishes”, “You can do it”, “I am proud of your for fearlessly trusting your natural instincts”… my response to you would be, “thanks for your support, pray for a quick, smooth, perfect health delivery.”

(Continue to educate yourself! Check out this newspaper article about our midwife at this link http://atlanta.creativeloafing.com/gyrobase/sarahn_agyriwah_henderson_midwife/Content?oid=974328
To learn more about natural birthing options I suggest you watch the great documentary - The Business of Being Born. It is available for instant watch on Netflix.)

The Business of Being Born...a Girl (by Husband)

I’m going to be someone’s daddy! This thought alone is enough to spark its own entry, but I’ve expressed these thoughts so many times, it’s only right that I jot down these words and cathartically move on to more mature pre-daddy pregnant thoughts. Most people ask me what I’m having, and what I WANT to have. Are you kidding me? A healthy baby! What has happened in our culture that has gotten us so caught up in what the sex will be? How is it possible—before I go on, I am well aware that in some foreign cultures, a woman’s value may be so low that parents consider the birth of a baby girl worthless, and though I find it completely ridiculous, I’m reserving this next thought for our American culture—for someone in today’s time to be so bent on having a child of a particular sex, to the point where if they have a child of the reluctant sex, that they neglect the child? Isn’t that bogus? Have we forgotten that it is GOD who chooses not only conception, but the exact weight, sex and genes of our child, if we are indeed even fortunate enough to get pregnant? I guess I sound too formal and much more like political soap-boxing than blogging, so I digress. I said all that to say, I’m so glad that we’re pregnant, and I will let God do God’s business in choosing the sex of our child. Be it boy or girl, I will love them, as I already incredibly do, with all of my heart, devotion and energy, for as long as my heart beats fast.

Talk to the Belly / How Men Try to Understand Pregnancy (by Husband)

It's such a humbling place to see my wife talking to the heartbeat inside her belly. Some days it's soooo real, and the next, it's abstract all over again...until she starts reading the baby a book, or singing him/her a song. Then I wish I could feel that connected all over again. God is so good. For the first time, a couple days ago I woke up and forgot that we were pregnant. (Moment of silence) I’m reading “The Expectant Father” an excellent book given to me by the best coworker in the world, Nicole. In it, it says that pregnancy for men can be sort of “abstract,” where we don’t have the same kind of connection that the woman has. A woman is pregnant 24 hours a day, on weekends and holidays, day and night shifts, for 40 weeks straight. There is no off time, coffee breaks, lunches “out of the office.” Thus, I cannot relate, LOL!!! I feel this strange blend of emotions that range between guilt, awe, wonder, sympathy and compassion over my wife’s uncomfortable joy. I can’t push, can’t vomit for her, can’t take the pain away, can’t move the baby or her organs into peaceful positions, cant ensure she won’t wake up in the middle of the night as hungry as a bear out of hibernation. And because of this, it makes me want to do everything I can to ease the load everywhere else for my queen. If you’re a man, you’ll understand. If you’re pregnant, then understand that this is probably what your husband feels but can’t really put into words without sounding as crazy as I did in saying I “forgot” we were pregnant one morning when I started my morning routine.

Ice Cream in the Microwave (by Husband)

Charity is going to have a natural, at-home birth! She is amazing and I support her all the way. Please pray for us. I am all of a sudden a worker bee who wants a new house, new car, new job, new life that is the best for the baby. It's so exciting. I'll be rushing around off adrenaline to accomplish as much as possible, and then Charity'll say: "Babe, take the pressure off! You're a good enough provider for me..." But do you know the pressures of being a man and wanting to give the very best? The pressure to provide more than we had; nothing but the very best for my children. That is what my father gave me, and I’d be damned to give anything less to my children. But (sigh) what a relief to hear those refreshing words from my wife? “You’re a good enough provider already…” Women take note. This is what you say to melt away your husband’s stress faster than you can soften ice cream in a microwave!

I’m feeling good from my head to my shoes..

Oo,oo,ooo I got a new attitude. It is amazing what a week can do. Week 6-12 I was nauseous on a daily basis, had diarrhea for a week, could not brush my teeth without vomiting, had sporadic nose bleeds, cringed at the thought of opening the fridge, could not cook anything, rarely ate, and had heartburn like a 400lb truck driver. But last week I, well the baby, turned 13 weeks old. Shazam!! Miraculously I am normal again. Food is no longer my enemy. I am no longer a narcoleptic. Plus I am able to take a shower without gagging. Sure, I still miss my skin stinging hot showers and brushing my teeth with toothpaste, but this is sooo heaven compared to the last 6 weeks. Plus not to mention I am having the most amazing dreams. They are sooo vivid, full of action, and in color. God is soo brilliant huh? I mean what better way to teach me that life is no longer all about me than giving all these fun symptoms and making wake up 10 times per night to pee!! Oh and Thank you too baby.. you finally love me too huh. It must be a reflection of our daily bonding together. Today we talked about what it is going to take in order for he or she to have access to a car during high school. Oh yes, I told this baby all about the mandatory grade and behavior check ins, and how I will be making random visit to the school… be aware kid – your mama skipped class a lot buddy boy so she knows all the tricks. What? You think it is too early for this conversation.. not me..this kid is really smart and creative..I know he or she understands. He or she has already come up with preliminary, non-traditional names for the grandparents. Grandma will be called Rooster and Grandpa will be called Beachman!! The baby told me this clear as day during our special, bonding, mother-baby, convo time. I just love this baby’s creative freedom but of course the grandparents are shutting it down. I myself have a nickname for the baby… it is b3.. or baby best butter.. ok the baby best I am sure needs no explanation, but the butter might. I thought that since this baby has turned my skin into the Sahara desert that it must be pretty greased up in there.. but “oily” is a really hard nick name.. “butter” just kind of rolls off your tongue huh! I am sure these names will change with time… Maybe? In the meantime, I will just sit back and enjoy the new calm of the ride.. and hum positive melodies like “what the world needs now.. is love sweet love” and “it’s the eye of the tiger it’s the thrill of the fight"

He is...

I love my husband so much… He is really the best… so patient and sweet…besides the fact that we now have every baby self-help/ resource book published this decade in our home to keep me busy preoccupied by what miracle is happening this week in my body... thanks to him all my concerns, needs, fears, ridiculous emotions are put to ease on a regular basis…(of course Jesus does this too but Justin is a better spooning partner) gosh I am so glad that he is mine.. He makes me want to turn in my Me, Myself and I card and burn my I N D E PE N D E N T cd… like I literally cried like he was going off to war when he went on his most recent business trip… what if I really can’t do it on my own..like the only way I have even remembered to push pass the nausea to eat now is because he put a reminder alarm in my phone that sounds off every three hours… oh no and what if I get another sporadic nose-bleed who is going to make sure to put the cold cloth on my back and make sure that I don’t choke on my own blood… furthermore I must admit I think that I love his morning farewell speeches to the baby more than the baby probably does.. I mean you should hear him speaking French and English to proclaim blessings, wisdom, and love to the baby...it’s breathtaking… like I personally want to want to create a Hallmark card for all the strong black women out there doing their thing as single mothers because I just realized that I am soooo far from that… like I really don’t understand how they do it on their own… forget the huge childrearing factor and consider the simple things… like who gets you Ginger Ale or a Popsicle in the middle of the night… who rubs your back until that obnoxious burp comes out… sigh-you a bad chick

(visit this link http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/sredir?uname=tekaphoto&target=ALBUM&id=5349407870369568641&authkey=Gv1sRgCL-tnsKR1vzMuAE&invite=CPqg5ZoO&feat=email to see how I surprised my hubby with the big news.. now imagine a co-worker runs into you at work and informs you that someone has broken into your car outside in the employee parking lot.. when you run outside you find this)

Entry 2, Week #10: The Promotion

Have you ever worshiped so hard that you knew a nap was in the near future… this morning I am sooo in love with the Lord. Just his simple word brings me to my knees in worship… for his kindness towards me… and all his great promises. I fall deeper in love with Him daily… this baby is going to be blessed. Today my Big Daddy told me that in Deut. 28:4… that alone had me on my face in the most awesome worship…the kind where the neighbors might wonder “What’s that noise?”... don’t worry its just me showing my gratitude to such a worthy King… I am so excited and so privileged to be in this position… my Father trusts me with such an awesome promotion… Thanks Lord

Entry 1, Week #9: I am going to be a blogger

Well here it goes.. I am going to be a blogger..

What has this kid done to me… Well besides turning my appetite upside down, all around… and making a traditional morning activity like brushing my teeth a scene from a horror movie…

It has turned my heart to mush without even being able to smile yet.

All of my thoughts are about how I can make the best personal decision for this new human being… (which, might I add, solidified its gender this week… I am so proud of you, you little sex organ grower!)

Anyway, the whole world is so excited about your arrival… Yes, that is right. The whole world… everywhere I go and everyone I tell are so excited (like, my baby is like a “Cheers” star)… Even my plane mate “goo-gooed” and raved about all the joy this baby was going to bring…

So I thought the best way to keep this excitement going for the world was to tell all my updates through this blog… my pregnancy blog… oh yeah, HI I AM Pregnant... Wooo Hoo!… ok, so stay tuned.