The Phone Call

The next 9 months I think I was too busy to even think about how miserable I was.

Granted I was nauseous at least 6 of those months all day 

and 

hated all of the people who made pregnancy look glamorous.

There were days I couldn't stand the smell of my own make up.

It wasn't glorious exciting & fun.

I was overweight, sweaty, & I hated everything about the human race. 

How anyone breathed, smelled, or looked....they were all terrible beings.

I don't remember exactly what day but there was that first re-position that She made in my stomach that lil glimmer made me Cry INSTANTLY.

Her FIRST milestone.

The tiniest lil ripple in my belly made a HUGE difference.

Then I would sit waiting for more and MORE.
To the point where I made believe every time I passed gas she moved or maybe she did, they all kinda felt the same in the beginning.

It was exhausting.... 

once time got closer I cut down my work load and was just attending school...

Which made me stir crazy at the dumpy EXTENDED STAY HOTEL where we resided because I wasn't finished with school and I wanted to have her in Des Moines, where I had spent the last 9 months with MY doctors.

They say,
"you should get all this rest, cause you won't sleep once the baby is here."

I WISH I WOULD HAVE LISTENED TO THIS AND TOOK IT SERIOUSLY.

I was sitting on balls bouncing and walking like it was my job all because, I wanted out of that dam crappy small studio dirt apartment.

She was in there for 42 weeks. 

The last 3 weeks SEEM & FELT like FOREVER!!!!!

& she still didn't want to exit.

She was just chilling,

Kicking my ribs EVERYTIME I ate Salt & Vinegar Chips

& waking me up EVERY morning at 4 a.m.

Finally are last appointment hit and she was STILL not ready.

So they made an appointment for her exit to be the next morning...

PERFECT 

We'll go home

have a FABULOUS supper

and sleep sleep sleep...

On the drive home we received a call....

"How would you feel if we started tonight?"

AT THAT POINT IT BECAME REAL...

as if the last 9 months never happened and i wasn't just getting fatter.

I WAS PREGNANT

I WAS GONNA HAVE A BABY

CUE THE FLOOD OF EMOTIONS!!

We raced to our Room PACKED UP EVERYTHING that we had accumulated over the past 2 months in less than 45 minutes and headed straight to the hospital.

SHE WAS COMING.

WE WERE READY TO MEET HER.

I was terrified 

.....hadn't a CLUE what to expect in the next few hours.

Digital Fortune Teller

   Mid Summer we were blessed with such a fabulous surprise that neither of us saw it coming.

Neither of us were scared.

It was just like it happened at the perfect time.

Weeks of feeling flu'ish and ill, I thought well perhaps why not test my skills and see exactly what had been bringing this on.

BOOM!

There it was....

                    a digital stick sitting on the back of the ivory throne.....

Some people would consider this the stick of goodbye to your life.

PREGNANT

clear as day
 no need to trying again, just to get an answer that I still wouldn't believe after seeing that 8 letter word.

I, BLANCHE, procreated. 

I wasn't sure if it was good for humanity but, I, on the other hand, was kind of emotionless at the time.

NOT nervous,
I wasn't In tears of joy,
I was just...

                                                        There.

I told the Significant Other and he knew what we had to do.

We were gonna PARENT THE SHIT outta this child.

He showed up the quickest that he has ever been on my doorstep from 2hours away and we just sat in silence thinking.

It was sweet and quaint and just nice knowing that i could sit in a room with someone and feel comfortable not having to say a word.

The hardest part of this was telling my  family, 

I grew up in a Roman Catholic home...Went to a Private Catholic school k-12 & well, out of wed lock, this was just hard for most people to grasp....

Of course after a few weeks/months they came around.

My father knew without me even saying the words, like he was a psychic guru or what not.

From that point on I work my big bootyed butt off.

Doing 60+ hour weeks, making sure I graduated on time and before the lil one was here cuz I KNEW I wouldn't return after & working to make sure I too could provide for my increasing appetite as the months went by.

Baby was my GREATEST Inspiration.

SHE was exactly what I needed & JUST at the PERFECT TIME.

She Saved me from staying in the funk that I was in and made me something...

                                                          A Mom!

                                                       I take that title seriously.

                                        & it is one I will NEVER take for granted.

The Links Between Freedom and World Changer

Okay so now you all know the background....
I was an outgoing social butterfly who had a fabulous army of friends and a NEW! boyfriend who was supportive and super chill.

My next big feat was returning to school.... like stated previously I did the typical Des Moines jobs, and worked as a waitress for a few years (which i totally loved) but just couldn't see me being okay and doing it the rest of my life, no offense to anyone.
JUST WASNT ME.

I had big ideas, BIG DREAMS,...after a VERY intense conversation on the LEGENDARY 101 patio, it was finalized I would return to my educational roots and become a cosmetologist.

First half of my time in school I was in and out as I please more focused on the job that I had, with my Best Friend, at a local upscale salon. Making sure to make money and kinda slack on my tending class.

I took some time off from the school scene to really determine if I was wasting my time there or if I should just continue working the front desk at my salon job instead (which is still to this day my FAVORITE JOB EVER)...

I spent a lot of that time spending any free time over in CR and getting to know the BF even more.

It was awesome...
life was fun
              fancy
                   &
                     free ...again.

Which made my return to school rough after my 3 month break, but I returned with a good head on my shoulders and a ready to do the damn thing attitude.

& although I was back in school it was summer

and we lived it up with boats, water, and concerts galore.

GLORIOUS Summer of Freedom!