May 7, 2009
HOLY SHIT
I'm being induced now. I'm fucking scared I'm not ready to do this. Plus I'm hungry and they won't let me eat. I pissed that my mom won't smuggle in a cheeseburger for me. wtf? Well he'll be here by tomorrow morning wish me luck and pray for me. xoxo-brunette bombshell
April 22, 2009
Quick Update
I’m finally back so, I’m going to start with what is currently going on and work my way back because I have a very poor memory and I haven’t blogged in quite a while.
I just returned from my weekly doctors appointment where I was informed that my little Nigerian isn’t so little. He is going to be between 9-10 pounds. This requires an automatic c-section because they are afraid that if I push his head will come out, but his shoulders may get stuck causing damage. I am scared as shit because I’m due this week, but we’re going to wait to see what happens to schedule the c-section. Everyone keeps telling me a c-section is better than giving birth vaginally, but I’d prefer to push, it’s less recovery time and a c-section is fucking surgery!
The black bastard had the nerve to call me today and tell me that he doesn’t feel that it is his responsibility to help me pay my backed up bills or my cell phone. Ok, I haven’t asked him to pay any of my backed up bills, but the cell phone should be automatic. HELLO I’M PREGNANT AND I NEED TO HAVE A PHONE IN CASE OF AN EMERGENCY SINCE I LIVE 45 MINS FROM THE HOSPITAL AND 1 HR FROM ANYONE TO HELP ME IF NEED BE. I started to scream at him and then I just stopped because it really makes no sense even discussing this with him. I hate having to depend on different friends to help with the cell bill every month to ensure it stays on, but I have to do what I have to do. I can’t stand him! I can’t wait to have this baby. I told him via text because he’s not even worthy of a face to face that I’m not giving the baby his last name. A few hours later he sends me a text telling me he loves me. Are you f*cking kidding me? If this is love he can keep it. He always tells me how much he loves me and shit, but if he did he would step up, plus I don’t want his love. He’s not my type, he can’t do shit for me and I just wish he’d go to Nigeria and stay there.
I have gained 35 lbs, but thank goodness I am all belly and boobies, but the stretch marks have started to come in BAD. My belly button sticks out through my shirts, but since I rarely leave the house no one sees me, so who cares.
Monday was the Boston marathon. It's my favorite day of the year. The marathon runs right through my hometown, so I always have great memories of getting ready early in the morning as a child, getting water together for the runners and making a day of it. I go every year, but since I'm on bed rest I couldn't attend. I watched it on tv though and it was so nice to see a few Americans place (both in 3rd).
Last week I went to the doctors and as I was leaving the examining room I passed out. An ambulance was called and I was rushed to labor and delivery. It turns out my blood pressure dropped. This is not the first time this has happened I passed out the week before while I was actually at the hospital taking a tour of the maternity ward. Prior to that I was at Lord and Taylor shopping for shoes with my mom and I started to get dizzy and hit the floor. I wouldn’t let them call an ambulance that time, but I was MORTIFIED it was a Saturday afternoon and it was freaking packed in there. My mom wanted to kill me because her main concern was buying two pairs of boots and not helping me off the floor. lol Per doctors orders I am no longer allow to go anywhere except their office alone because of these fainting spells.
Penee is a cunt. I haven’t seen that bitch at all and she still thinks she’s a godmother. Is she serious? Please.
The head bitch is still stalking me to come back to work. I told her my stomach looks like a damn zebra, she doesn’t care her thing is a plastic surgeon can fix anything. She sent me a beautiful English carriage. The problem is no one in America uses these carriages it will probably get used twice, plus it doesn’t have a basket underneath. Where do the English keep their belongings?
I finally set up the crib well actually my cousins boyfriend did it. I have so many clothes for this little boy it’s not even funny. He is spoiled. He has everything a baby could want and doesn’t even need. The only thing I absolutely hate is doing the laundry for him. He’s not even here and there’s a shit load of laundry to do.
I can’t wait to get my hair colored. Right now I have dark BLACK roots and blonde ends. I am a mess.
I went to my breastfeeding class on Monday and some Brazilian b*tch told me I sound (accent) like the Housewives of New Jersey. First of all yes I do have an accent when I’m comfortable 90% of the time I speak without one. Second of all I use to live in Jersey and the women on the previews don’t sound that bad to me at all, except the way they say “boobies” it sounds like “bubbies”, but whatever and third of all the Housewives of NY sound worst, so she can f*ck off. I told her she sounds like a Mexican that just jumped the fence.
Anyway, there has been a lot of drama with the black bastard, but I decided a few months ago (after Valentine’s Day) that I am no longer going to his house and I’m no longer making an effort to be a family. I don’t even like him.
I set up a twitter account so I could keep you guys posted from the hospital and send quick updates, but I can’t figure out how to post from my cell. Oh well.
It's time for me to go I'm getting kicked to death because he's hungry and I haven't fed him any real food. I had a chocolate cupcake and some ice cream and it's 3:30 PM. BAD MOM!
Miss you guys so much. XOXO Brunette Bombshell
I just returned from my weekly doctors appointment where I was informed that my little Nigerian isn’t so little. He is going to be between 9-10 pounds. This requires an automatic c-section because they are afraid that if I push his head will come out, but his shoulders may get stuck causing damage. I am scared as shit because I’m due this week, but we’re going to wait to see what happens to schedule the c-section. Everyone keeps telling me a c-section is better than giving birth vaginally, but I’d prefer to push, it’s less recovery time and a c-section is fucking surgery!
The black bastard had the nerve to call me today and tell me that he doesn’t feel that it is his responsibility to help me pay my backed up bills or my cell phone. Ok, I haven’t asked him to pay any of my backed up bills, but the cell phone should be automatic. HELLO I’M PREGNANT AND I NEED TO HAVE A PHONE IN CASE OF AN EMERGENCY SINCE I LIVE 45 MINS FROM THE HOSPITAL AND 1 HR FROM ANYONE TO HELP ME IF NEED BE. I started to scream at him and then I just stopped because it really makes no sense even discussing this with him. I hate having to depend on different friends to help with the cell bill every month to ensure it stays on, but I have to do what I have to do. I can’t stand him! I can’t wait to have this baby. I told him via text because he’s not even worthy of a face to face that I’m not giving the baby his last name. A few hours later he sends me a text telling me he loves me. Are you f*cking kidding me? If this is love he can keep it. He always tells me how much he loves me and shit, but if he did he would step up, plus I don’t want his love. He’s not my type, he can’t do shit for me and I just wish he’d go to Nigeria and stay there.
I have gained 35 lbs, but thank goodness I am all belly and boobies, but the stretch marks have started to come in BAD. My belly button sticks out through my shirts, but since I rarely leave the house no one sees me, so who cares.
Monday was the Boston marathon. It's my favorite day of the year. The marathon runs right through my hometown, so I always have great memories of getting ready early in the morning as a child, getting water together for the runners and making a day of it. I go every year, but since I'm on bed rest I couldn't attend. I watched it on tv though and it was so nice to see a few Americans place (both in 3rd).
Last week I went to the doctors and as I was leaving the examining room I passed out. An ambulance was called and I was rushed to labor and delivery. It turns out my blood pressure dropped. This is not the first time this has happened I passed out the week before while I was actually at the hospital taking a tour of the maternity ward. Prior to that I was at Lord and Taylor shopping for shoes with my mom and I started to get dizzy and hit the floor. I wouldn’t let them call an ambulance that time, but I was MORTIFIED it was a Saturday afternoon and it was freaking packed in there. My mom wanted to kill me because her main concern was buying two pairs of boots and not helping me off the floor. lol Per doctors orders I am no longer allow to go anywhere except their office alone because of these fainting spells.
Penee is a cunt. I haven’t seen that bitch at all and she still thinks she’s a godmother. Is she serious? Please.
The head bitch is still stalking me to come back to work. I told her my stomach looks like a damn zebra, she doesn’t care her thing is a plastic surgeon can fix anything. She sent me a beautiful English carriage. The problem is no one in America uses these carriages it will probably get used twice, plus it doesn’t have a basket underneath. Where do the English keep their belongings?
I finally set up the crib well actually my cousins boyfriend did it. I have so many clothes for this little boy it’s not even funny. He is spoiled. He has everything a baby could want and doesn’t even need. The only thing I absolutely hate is doing the laundry for him. He’s not even here and there’s a shit load of laundry to do.
I can’t wait to get my hair colored. Right now I have dark BLACK roots and blonde ends. I am a mess.
I went to my breastfeeding class on Monday and some Brazilian b*tch told me I sound (accent) like the Housewives of New Jersey. First of all yes I do have an accent when I’m comfortable 90% of the time I speak without one. Second of all I use to live in Jersey and the women on the previews don’t sound that bad to me at all, except the way they say “boobies” it sounds like “bubbies”, but whatever and third of all the Housewives of NY sound worst, so she can f*ck off. I told her she sounds like a Mexican that just jumped the fence.
Anyway, there has been a lot of drama with the black bastard, but I decided a few months ago (after Valentine’s Day) that I am no longer going to his house and I’m no longer making an effort to be a family. I don’t even like him.
I set up a twitter account so I could keep you guys posted from the hospital and send quick updates, but I can’t figure out how to post from my cell. Oh well.
It's time for me to go I'm getting kicked to death because he's hungry and I haven't fed him any real food. I had a chocolate cupcake and some ice cream and it's 3:30 PM. BAD MOM!
Miss you guys so much. XOXO Brunette Bombshell
March 11, 2009
Miserable
I am so uncomfortable. I can't sleep. My stomach is so damn round, some stranger had the nerve to say to me "are you sure you're not having twins?" I hate everyone and everything aggravates me. I'm afraid if someone says the wrong thing I'm going to snap. I know it's my hormones, but I can't take it anymore SERIOUSLY. I just want him OUT! I don't think I can wait another month. I'm losing my mind.
Wanna laugh? The only thing that makes me feel better is listening to Spit your game by Biggie. LOL I keep that song on repeat. I was listening to classical music, but it aggravates me now, it's too fucking calm.
So I say I want him to come right? Well, everyday I'm afraid of giving birth. I'm afraid to die during childbirth like my grandmother. If I died who would take care of Jayden? I don't trust anyone, not even his dad. I wouldn't want my parents raising him, his godmothers are both whores (escorts), my sister is too young and my brother is finishing up his Masters. Ok, so most likely I won't die, but I'm still scared. I hope I don't get postpartum because I don't have time for that shit. I have to get my life back on track.
HELP ME!!!
Wanna laugh? The only thing that makes me feel better is listening to Spit your game by Biggie. LOL I keep that song on repeat. I was listening to classical music, but it aggravates me now, it's too fucking calm.
So I say I want him to come right? Well, everyday I'm afraid of giving birth. I'm afraid to die during childbirth like my grandmother. If I died who would take care of Jayden? I don't trust anyone, not even his dad. I wouldn't want my parents raising him, his godmothers are both whores (escorts), my sister is too young and my brother is finishing up his Masters. Ok, so most likely I won't die, but I'm still scared. I hope I don't get postpartum because I don't have time for that shit. I have to get my life back on track.
HELP ME!!!
January 28, 2009
Happy New Year!!!lol
Yeah I know I'm a day late and a dollar short, but I did write in the last posts comments so I'm not entirely late.
So, perhaps I did skip over a lot. I went from "I hate this black bastard" to "I spent New Years Eve with him" lol. Alrighty, so I decided to give him a chance for Jaydens sake. I figured I had to really put in a solid effort with this BROKE ASS man so my son wouldn't be raised by a single parent. I tried I swear I did, but you know what? I couldn't do it. He gets on my nerves. The problem is I am an American woman, which means I don't take shit and I'm not about to be submissive to anyone especially a man. If that was the case I would've gotten in to S&M and been the sub. HELLO. If I even told you some of the shit this black bastard has pulled on me you would be on the first flight out to Boston to kick his ass TRUST ME. I've decided to longer share this information with any of my girlfriends because then I'm unable to share it with you all and sharing with you guys is so much healthier for me because I get to really go off and tell you EXACTLY what happens. I don't lie or sugar coat anything with you.
Sunday we (the black bastard. he doesn't even get to be called "the Nigerian") were suppose to pick up Jaydens crib. Did he call me? Did he cancel? Did he communicate anything to me? NO, that black bastard just avoided me. So on Monday I called him and said something about it. He had the nerve to say to me "Don't pressure me in to buying the crib. I'm the one paying NOT YOU". Ok, now what pisses me off is that 7 months and 1.5 million (yeah thats the real amount) ago I would've been able to buy and sell his ass never mind having to beg for $450 for a CRIB! He loves to tell me "you act like you're better than people and you don't have any money". Every day I want to call the head bitch to accept her offer because I hate being broke and pretty much helpless. I'm not answering his calls anymore and he is getting pissed. Too bad he's good for NOTHING, not even sex so PISS OFF you bloody wanker. Get this, my godsons mother texted me last night to tell me she is going to Western Union me $300 next week. I was mortified and embarrassed. AHHH Anyway, the crib is being taken care of. My ex (like 4 ex's ago) offered to buy it AFTER he gave me a long lecture about having a baby with someone other than him. WTF? The $300 will go towards Jaydens mattress (I don't care I want a SOFT and comfortable mattress for my little prince) and sheets. I already have his bassinet from restoration Hardware the Moses basket. Do you like it? Can you believe it was $69 just for the stand not including the damn basket? You can tell I'm broke now because I wouldn't have even thought twice about that.
Ok baby news: Jayden is kicking away. I have a soccer player I am convinced. Mark my words. He even knows his name. My mother swears I'm crazy, but every time I call him he kicks me right on time. I love this baby. I can't wait for him to get here! Diamond I noticed you never said anything about his middle name being Manolo.
While my personal life has gone to complete shit my "professional" life is in high demand. It appears that now that I am becoming a mommy and not available everyone wants to see me and get this they are willing to pay a shit load more. Why? I have no idea. It's quite sick if you ask me. If I were a guy I wouldn't want to f*ck a mommy. That's just me. For that I'd screw my wife who actually gave birth to MY children. SICKOS. I get a call from the head bitch at least once a week and on the days that the black bastard has hurt my feelings I want to say "I'm ready to come back", but I think about sweet Jayden and politely decline. To be honest she is starting to wear me down.
Physically I am all tits and stomach. THANK GOD and so far no stretch marks other than the ones I already had. I had to cut all of my hair off because I couldn't afford to get it done every week and as you all know I don't do my own hair so it's the Halle Berry look for me for now. I don't take prenatal vitamins so my hair isn't growing quickly. So basically I look like a broke, pregnant Mariah Carey with short hair. lol Speaking of pregnant have any of you seen the latest pics of Kimora Simmons? Lord have mercy her neck looks horrible. It reminds me of pork that gets wrapped with twine. I'm going to hell. F*ck it I'm already in hell trust and believe me.
What else? I love peanut M&M's. Do any of you know someone who works for Mars? If you do I need a few boxes of them. thx in advance. lol
XOXO-Brunette Bombshell
Wait! I'm not done venting. I can't f*cking sleep at night because I can't get comfortable and the baby only allows me to sleep on my left side. My back is itching like crazy, but my friend tells me if I scratch it I'll get stretch marks so I suffer. I have the cold from hell and I can't take anything for it. My tits are painful and are filled with milk. My back is killing me and that black bastard never rubbed it for me thank god for my friend Ruby she does it for me. I have gas BAD. Thank god I never leave the house, otherwise I may blow everyone away. Oh and I hate showering for some reason. What is that about? Maybe it's because I have to climb up a shit load of stairs to get to the bathroom and by the time I get up there I'm ready to pass out. I have discharge like crazy. I feel like I'm pissing on myself. Actually, technically I am every time I sneeze. Ok, the bitch fest is over. Oh and I cancelled my baby shower because I hate everyone. lol
So, perhaps I did skip over a lot. I went from "I hate this black bastard" to "I spent New Years Eve with him" lol. Alrighty, so I decided to give him a chance for Jaydens sake. I figured I had to really put in a solid effort with this BROKE ASS man so my son wouldn't be raised by a single parent. I tried I swear I did, but you know what? I couldn't do it. He gets on my nerves. The problem is I am an American woman, which means I don't take shit and I'm not about to be submissive to anyone especially a man. If that was the case I would've gotten in to S&M and been the sub. HELLO. If I even told you some of the shit this black bastard has pulled on me you would be on the first flight out to Boston to kick his ass TRUST ME. I've decided to longer share this information with any of my girlfriends because then I'm unable to share it with you all and sharing with you guys is so much healthier for me because I get to really go off and tell you EXACTLY what happens. I don't lie or sugar coat anything with you.
Sunday we (the black bastard. he doesn't even get to be called "the Nigerian") were suppose to pick up Jaydens crib. Did he call me? Did he cancel? Did he communicate anything to me? NO, that black bastard just avoided me. So on Monday I called him and said something about it. He had the nerve to say to me "Don't pressure me in to buying the crib. I'm the one paying NOT YOU". Ok, now what pisses me off is that 7 months and 1.5 million (yeah thats the real amount) ago I would've been able to buy and sell his ass never mind having to beg for $450 for a CRIB! He loves to tell me "you act like you're better than people and you don't have any money". Every day I want to call the head bitch to accept her offer because I hate being broke and pretty much helpless. I'm not answering his calls anymore and he is getting pissed. Too bad he's good for NOTHING, not even sex so PISS OFF you bloody wanker. Get this, my godsons mother texted me last night to tell me she is going to Western Union me $300 next week. I was mortified and embarrassed. AHHH Anyway, the crib is being taken care of. My ex (like 4 ex's ago) offered to buy it AFTER he gave me a long lecture about having a baby with someone other than him. WTF? The $300 will go towards Jaydens mattress (I don't care I want a SOFT and comfortable mattress for my little prince) and sheets. I already have his bassinet from restoration Hardware the Moses basket. Do you like it? Can you believe it was $69 just for the stand not including the damn basket? You can tell I'm broke now because I wouldn't have even thought twice about that.
Ok baby news: Jayden is kicking away. I have a soccer player I am convinced. Mark my words. He even knows his name. My mother swears I'm crazy, but every time I call him he kicks me right on time. I love this baby. I can't wait for him to get here! Diamond I noticed you never said anything about his middle name being Manolo.
While my personal life has gone to complete shit my "professional" life is in high demand. It appears that now that I am becoming a mommy and not available everyone wants to see me and get this they are willing to pay a shit load more. Why? I have no idea. It's quite sick if you ask me. If I were a guy I wouldn't want to f*ck a mommy. That's just me. For that I'd screw my wife who actually gave birth to MY children. SICKOS. I get a call from the head bitch at least once a week and on the days that the black bastard has hurt my feelings I want to say "I'm ready to come back", but I think about sweet Jayden and politely decline. To be honest she is starting to wear me down.
Physically I am all tits and stomach. THANK GOD and so far no stretch marks other than the ones I already had. I had to cut all of my hair off because I couldn't afford to get it done every week and as you all know I don't do my own hair so it's the Halle Berry look for me for now. I don't take prenatal vitamins so my hair isn't growing quickly. So basically I look like a broke, pregnant Mariah Carey with short hair. lol Speaking of pregnant have any of you seen the latest pics of Kimora Simmons? Lord have mercy her neck looks horrible. It reminds me of pork that gets wrapped with twine. I'm going to hell. F*ck it I'm already in hell trust and believe me.
What else? I love peanut M&M's. Do any of you know someone who works for Mars? If you do I need a few boxes of them. thx in advance. lol
XOXO-Brunette Bombshell
Wait! I'm not done venting. I can't f*cking sleep at night because I can't get comfortable and the baby only allows me to sleep on my left side. My back is itching like crazy, but my friend tells me if I scratch it I'll get stretch marks so I suffer. I have the cold from hell and I can't take anything for it. My tits are painful and are filled with milk. My back is killing me and that black bastard never rubbed it for me thank god for my friend Ruby she does it for me. I have gas BAD. Thank god I never leave the house, otherwise I may blow everyone away. Oh and I hate showering for some reason. What is that about? Maybe it's because I have to climb up a shit load of stairs to get to the bathroom and by the time I get up there I'm ready to pass out. I have discharge like crazy. I feel like I'm pissing on myself. Actually, technically I am every time I sneeze. Ok, the bitch fest is over. Oh and I cancelled my baby shower because I hate everyone. lol
December 23, 2008
Baby news
Yesterday I attempted to get out of my parking space which was covered in ice and snow. With no such luck, as I'm over 5 months pregnant I couldn't shovel my way out and I had already slipped on ice last week and nearly killed myself so taking another chance wasn't worth it if it would harm the baby. Anyway, I missed my ultrasound appointment AGAIN. I rescheduled it for next week, but since I couldn't wait any longer I decided at 4am to head over to Boston Medical Center and tell them I was having pains in my stomach. I know I shouldn't lie, but I wanted to know what I was having the suspense was killing me and come on a little white lie never hurt anyone. I showed up in full actors mode "I'm 22 weeks pregnant and I'm having pain in my lower abdomen" they immediately rushed me to get an ultrasound and then I said "is it a girl?" and the ultrasound person said "No, it's a boy!" I said "a boy? a boy?" and then I cried. I wanted a girl, but then I realized at that moment it didn't matter what I wanted it's my baby and I'm thrilled no matter what the sex is. Then he moved the monitor so I could see the baby and guess what happened? You got it, a panic attack. I couldn't breath, I was sweating and trying to take my damn shirt off, until he asked me to turn on my side and breathe deep slow breaths. I was mortified. Why is it every time I see the baby I hyperventilate? I feel bad, the baby had enough and decided the show was over and turned on his side and called it a day. I laughed I said to the ultrasound technician "that is definitely my son, he has no patience for nonsense". lol
When the tech was finished he said the baby looked healthy and fine and couldn't find any problems. I told him it was probably just gas. lol The dr wanted to see me next, so I told him I needed to use the restroom and I LEFT THE HOSPITAL. lol Hey, I got what I wanted. It's a boy. little Jayden.
Diamond, I know one thing you better stop calling my baby a Nigerian thief. lol I was laughing so hard when I read your last comment. You are a horrible auntie, you Dominican slut. lol Why is it that when I was sitting among the poor people of Boston in the ER I suddenly reached for my phone to call the head bitch to tell her we have a deal and to send me my fucking money pronto, so I can live right? I didn't, but it's getting harder and harder to fight the devil. I hope you had a safe trip to your mamas house.
Happy Holidays to everyone. Be safe and remember it's not about the gifts it's about spending time with the ones you love.
When the tech was finished he said the baby looked healthy and fine and couldn't find any problems. I told him it was probably just gas. lol The dr wanted to see me next, so I told him I needed to use the restroom and I LEFT THE HOSPITAL. lol Hey, I got what I wanted. It's a boy. little Jayden.
Diamond, I know one thing you better stop calling my baby a Nigerian thief. lol I was laughing so hard when I read your last comment. You are a horrible auntie, you Dominican slut. lol Why is it that when I was sitting among the poor people of Boston in the ER I suddenly reached for my phone to call the head bitch to tell her we have a deal and to send me my fucking money pronto, so I can live right? I didn't, but it's getting harder and harder to fight the devil. I hope you had a safe trip to your mamas house.
Happy Holidays to everyone. Be safe and remember it's not about the gifts it's about spending time with the ones you love.
December 7, 2008
I'M BACK
I wrote this in mid October I thought I posted it, but I passed out immediately after I wrote it. It saved though, but I haven't been online since then. Can you believe we have a black president? I still can't. So, here is the drama from October. I have new drama for November and this week, but I'll give you time to catch up on this shit. I never made it to my ultrasound appointment, so I won't find out what I'm having until the 23rd of this month. Kalicutie I received your email, thank you for checking on me. Luv ya girl. Here's what I wrote in October:
Where the fuck do I begin? Well, I suppose I should begin with a heartfelt thank you to all of my readers for your prayers and support. Thank you and I also want to remind everyone including Penee that all comments are welcome whether we agree with them or not. It’s a damn blog. It’s not breaking news on CNN. lol
I’ll start where I’m at now and work my way back to the beginning. Currently, I’m living with one of my parents because I needed care 24/7. This morning they took me off of the iv and I am now eating and drinking on my own. HORRAY!I won’t get in to how one of my kidneys is fucked or how sick I was or how they have taken more blood from me than a fucking vampire or how I went to 4 different Dr’s to admit me in to a mental institute, but they all declined because I wasn’t crazy I’m just pregnant and my hormones are out of wack or how my 39 year old aunt was diagnosed with a rare aggressive form of breast cancer and truly believes that the Dr’s on Cape Cod are just as good as the ones in Boston. HELLO stupid we have the best hospitals in the country in Boston, especially for cancer. Errr. People from small towns kill me when it comes to shit like this. Get to Brigham and Women’s or Beth Israel or Mass General ASAP or how my little brother, my baby who scored the highest in the state on his MCAT and has been offered full scholarships to any college in MA and was suppose to attend a program Harvard has during the summer for gifted high school students (didn’t go this summer because he BAD ass was kicked out of his previous school. I’m not one to talk since I went to 3 different high schools in 4 years) because he is so damn smart was SHOT, yes you heard me right SHOT like he’s in the movie Boys In The Hood living in Compton, CA or South Central or some place ghetto like that. He’s just like me smart as hell, no he’s smarter than me because I am not good in Math and Science and he’s good at everything, but chooses to do the wrong thing. I get it, but I don’t because the children he goes to school with have no options, their parents are probably not involved in the education, they aren’t fortunate like he is and they sure as hell don’t get everything they want like he does. They do the wrong things because they feel they have to, but he doesn’t. Whatever, his black ass is just BAD, if he wants to be 2pac and 50 Cent then he is going to have to learn the hard way. Let me stop talking about that because I’m going to get mad as hell and this happened almost 2 months ago. Oh, he’s fine and has a 8 pm curfew that comes with a PROBATION OFFICER. I wish Willie McGinest was still with the Patriots because he’d sit down and have a serious talk with this little fucker and he’d listen. I miss you Willie, I have no one to interrupt me anymore when I’m trying to get a damn date and you come over talking about “Ah, is everything ok over here? Are you alright?” scaring mutha fuckers off. lol I hated it then, but I miss it now.
Anyway, I can’t even get in to all of those things because it will take too fucking long to write those details, so I’ll mention it and move along.
My baby is fine and doing well. I saw it on the ultrasound a few weeks ago and I hyperventilated, yelling, “Take it off the screen! Take it off screen!” I was already stressed out for crying out loud, seeing the baby really almost put me over the edge. My mom is holding on to the ultrasound photos until I’m ready to look at it. I figure I’ll wait for 3 weeks when I have my next ultrasound and they are able to tell me the sex. PRAY FOR A GIRL and PRAY that she looks just like me. I don’t fucking care if it’s shallow, no one wants an ugly baby. Honestly, I just want it to be healthy and happy, nahh I want it to look like me too who am I kidding.
So, after I left the hospital this morning I went back to my place and was greeted with an EVICTION letter. Oh, it gets better just hold on to your seats. I have a grand total of $55 in my accounts TOTAL SAVINGS AND CHECKING. Oh wait, I have a credit union I have $30 in there. I’m fucking loaded. You’re wondering where the fuck all of money went huh? Oh, I’ll get to that shortly.
When I was dying sick and couldn’t shower on my own Claudia had called me several times and I never returned her call. Finally after 6 messages from her and 100 texts I called her back and told her I was pregnant and dying she told me she would call me back because she was at breakfast. 3 hours later my phone rang and she asked for me address to put in her GPS system because she was in Boston at Logan Airport and on her way to my house to take me to the emergency room. lol I couldn’t believe it, but I didn’t know how good of a friend she was until she arrived. My Puerto Rican neighbor had to let her in to my building and apartment because obviously I wasn’t capable of doing it. Before I continue I have to tell you that my Puerto Rican neighbor has been GOD sent. She checks on me everyday and has been a great support system. Who would ever think I would get that from her, especially since I couldn’t stand her prior to this, by the way she says that I am finally happy. Isn’t that nice to hear? lol So, Logan is about 40 minutes from my house when you don’t know where you are going, so I wanted to at least get cleaned up before Claudia arrived, so I attempted to get in to the shower. BAD IDEA after 3 minutes I was on the shower floor in the fetal position because I ran out of energy and was throwing up all over the place, it was disgusting. Claudia arrived and immediately took off her clothes (so they wouldn’t get wet) and began shaving my armpits and legs, washed my entire body and my hair and cleaned up all of my puke. It was all done in complete silence. She then helped me out of the shower and on to my bed, lotioned my body, powdered my cooter, put on my deodorant and plucked my eyebrows without me having to ask her or tell her what I needed, she just knew what to do. I really wanted to cry because this was the greatest act of kindness anyone has ever shown me. I couldn’t cry though because I was too dehydrated, even speaking was becoming a problem for me because it took too much energy. Claudia dressed me, got me in to the car and to the emergency room. I was there for 6 hours on an IV, she stayed with me the entire time, drove me home, tucked me in to bed, called my mother and returned back to NY that evening. I love her and I have not a doubt in my mind that she loves me because what she did was pure love. People like Penee, Denise and others who are suppose to be my real friends have been MIA (missing in action) and are so unreliable that it frustrates me to think about them, so I don’t. I’ve discovered that my true friends are 2 hookers and a stripper and I’m being serious. My other (hooker) friend has been paying a few of my bills for the last few months without any questions and as I mentioned above my neighbor stripper has gone above and beyond for me and she has 2 small children of her own to take care of in addition to a full-time job and stripping at nigh, but she still manages to check on me and offers any assistance that I need including flat ironing and blow drying my hair, although I haven’t taken her up on that because you know how I am about my hair.
Let’s see, so I found out I was pregnant and was ecstatic. I mean I was over the fucking moon. I called everyone I knew to tell them and they were as happy if not happier than I was. It’s been a long road for me and the subject of children. I was told by several Dr’s it wouldn’t happen and this year I have finally come to the realization that it just wasn’t going to happen and I would have to adopt which was fine with me and then BOOM I get pregnant by a man that I DID use a condom with (it broke) and only had sex with once. lol Pure comedy. Diamond are you ready to start writing the treatment? lol So, needless to say everyone who knows me knows about the children situation and were thrilled with the news. Typically, most people would want to know who the father is, how did I meet him etc. the funny thing is no one even cares, no one asked except my parents, but even they haven’t pushed it. I had to tell the truth though, I had sex once and don’t even know the person well. lol My mother wanted to die and my father just shook his head, but they were still happy because well it’s a baby and a baby we never thought would come so who cares how it got here. The father was excited and wanted to get married when I told him I was pregnant. Uh, listen pal I don’t know nor do I even like you. One weekend was enough for me now thanks for the baby and fucking beat it! I’ve been so mean to him that last week he finally told me to lose his number. I was so happy, that is one less stressful thing in my life. I’ll contact him after I give birth, until then I’m FUCKING FREE FROM AGGRAVATION. YAHOO!
After I delivered the good news to everyone I made the one call I was dreading to the head bitch. I called to share my news of a miracle and a blessing with her and she immediately reminded me that I had appointments all month (Sept) long and I should be sure to pack saltines. Has this bitch lost her mind? Did she really think I was going to continue going on dates with my child inside of me? Yes, she did and once I told her to cancel all of my appointments and that I had to retire the shit hit the fan. She told me that I needed to either get an abortion or work until I started to show. I told her to fuck off and hung up the phone at this point I was physically feeling fine and going about my business. I had already left my day job because I was returning to grad school. My birthday arrived and I received in the mail the Italia Vogue from July The Black issue I was raving about along with an invoice for $500,000. Oh yes, you read the numbers correct FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS. I can’t explain to you the details on how she came up with the figure, but it is accurate, actually technically I would owe more because I have a few exclusive contracts with clients meaning they only want to see me and I was paid in advance, so they were owed money back, plus cancellation fees and since I was booked throughout NEXT year that shit adds up quickly. I had to move things around, but I managed and sent her the money the following Monday and then I got sick and shit went down hill from there, so that is why I am broke. What is so funny about this whole thing is I’m not even worried about it. I should be, but I’m not. It’s just money right?
I’ve since heard from the head bitch and she told me that if I agree to return to work 6 months after the baby is born she will give me all of my money back, plus a bonus and she will pay for any plastic surgery needed along with an Au Pair and will make sure that the client pays for the Au Pair’s accommodations and airfare so the baby will always be with me. What a deal huh? I declined. You see I loved being a whore, trust me it’s the best damn job I’ve ever had, but being a mother is going to be the hardest job I’ve ever had and I’m not going to fuck it up. In my opinion it’s ok to take risks, like going overseas with no money and getting in cars with strangers in a foreign country when you don’t speak the language or flying all over the world with clients who at any time can become obsessed with you and possibly kill you or quitting your job at the drop of the dime because you want to, but you can’t do that shit when you have children at least you shouldn’t because it’s not worth it. How can someone explain to your child that you are dead because of a stupid AVOIDABLE mistake that you made? I’m not willing to take that chance.
I changed my cell phone number and haven’t looked back. It’s not even tempting for me to go back to that life because I have something so wonderful to look forward to. Even when I received my eviction letter today it didn’t even dawn on me to think oh man if I only went on one last appointment or maybe I should take the head bitch up on her offer. Nope, not even for a second, it’s not worth it to me. I mean, come on I have some fucking morals and ethics.
Can you believe that before I starting seeing a private Dr. and was going to a clinic they suggested that I sign up for food stamps? Hell no! Not because I have too much pride, but because if you are an able body (and I will be very soon) you should get a damn job. Yeah, I know there aren’t any jobs (lol), but McDonalds is always hiring. If you are working and you need welfare and food stamps then I think it’s ok TEMPORARILY. Yes, I sound like a Republican and I don’t care. Speaking of Republicans can you guys believe this Palin chick? I’m bullshit. Out of all the women in the US and John chose her. I will never understand it. You lost me John, you really did with that one. If you would have picked Romney I could roll with you, although I’m voting for Obama, but Palin are you nuts?
Anyway, I’ve been writing this for almost 3 hours and my energy is LOW so I have to go. I’ll be back soon because HELLO the drama is just beginning. One last thing, be sure to vote.
Love you guys soooo much. XOXO-Conchita the Brunette Bombshell
PS Adrianna I love your name. Too bad I already have names picked out. If it’s a girl I’m naming her after my favorite singer and you already know who that is and if it’s a boy I’m naming him after one of my readers because she has a unisex name. It will be easy to figure out who it is and no I didn’t do spell check and I’m not proof reading this bitch either. I’ve put enough effort in to this post to last until December. I’ll be back way before then. –Adios Amigos
Where the fuck do I begin? Well, I suppose I should begin with a heartfelt thank you to all of my readers for your prayers and support. Thank you and I also want to remind everyone including Penee that all comments are welcome whether we agree with them or not. It’s a damn blog. It’s not breaking news on CNN. lol
I’ll start where I’m at now and work my way back to the beginning. Currently, I’m living with one of my parents because I needed care 24/7. This morning they took me off of the iv and I am now eating and drinking on my own. HORRAY!I won’t get in to how one of my kidneys is fucked or how sick I was or how they have taken more blood from me than a fucking vampire or how I went to 4 different Dr’s to admit me in to a mental institute, but they all declined because I wasn’t crazy I’m just pregnant and my hormones are out of wack or how my 39 year old aunt was diagnosed with a rare aggressive form of breast cancer and truly believes that the Dr’s on Cape Cod are just as good as the ones in Boston. HELLO stupid we have the best hospitals in the country in Boston, especially for cancer. Errr. People from small towns kill me when it comes to shit like this. Get to Brigham and Women’s or Beth Israel or Mass General ASAP or how my little brother, my baby who scored the highest in the state on his MCAT and has been offered full scholarships to any college in MA and was suppose to attend a program Harvard has during the summer for gifted high school students (didn’t go this summer because he BAD ass was kicked out of his previous school. I’m not one to talk since I went to 3 different high schools in 4 years) because he is so damn smart was SHOT, yes you heard me right SHOT like he’s in the movie Boys In The Hood living in Compton, CA or South Central or some place ghetto like that. He’s just like me smart as hell, no he’s smarter than me because I am not good in Math and Science and he’s good at everything, but chooses to do the wrong thing. I get it, but I don’t because the children he goes to school with have no options, their parents are probably not involved in the education, they aren’t fortunate like he is and they sure as hell don’t get everything they want like he does. They do the wrong things because they feel they have to, but he doesn’t. Whatever, his black ass is just BAD, if he wants to be 2pac and 50 Cent then he is going to have to learn the hard way. Let me stop talking about that because I’m going to get mad as hell and this happened almost 2 months ago. Oh, he’s fine and has a 8 pm curfew that comes with a PROBATION OFFICER. I wish Willie McGinest was still with the Patriots because he’d sit down and have a serious talk with this little fucker and he’d listen. I miss you Willie, I have no one to interrupt me anymore when I’m trying to get a damn date and you come over talking about “Ah, is everything ok over here? Are you alright?” scaring mutha fuckers off. lol I hated it then, but I miss it now.
Anyway, I can’t even get in to all of those things because it will take too fucking long to write those details, so I’ll mention it and move along.
My baby is fine and doing well. I saw it on the ultrasound a few weeks ago and I hyperventilated, yelling, “Take it off the screen! Take it off screen!” I was already stressed out for crying out loud, seeing the baby really almost put me over the edge. My mom is holding on to the ultrasound photos until I’m ready to look at it. I figure I’ll wait for 3 weeks when I have my next ultrasound and they are able to tell me the sex. PRAY FOR A GIRL and PRAY that she looks just like me. I don’t fucking care if it’s shallow, no one wants an ugly baby. Honestly, I just want it to be healthy and happy, nahh I want it to look like me too who am I kidding.
So, after I left the hospital this morning I went back to my place and was greeted with an EVICTION letter. Oh, it gets better just hold on to your seats. I have a grand total of $55 in my accounts TOTAL SAVINGS AND CHECKING. Oh wait, I have a credit union I have $30 in there. I’m fucking loaded. You’re wondering where the fuck all of money went huh? Oh, I’ll get to that shortly.
When I was dying sick and couldn’t shower on my own Claudia had called me several times and I never returned her call. Finally after 6 messages from her and 100 texts I called her back and told her I was pregnant and dying she told me she would call me back because she was at breakfast. 3 hours later my phone rang and she asked for me address to put in her GPS system because she was in Boston at Logan Airport and on her way to my house to take me to the emergency room. lol I couldn’t believe it, but I didn’t know how good of a friend she was until she arrived. My Puerto Rican neighbor had to let her in to my building and apartment because obviously I wasn’t capable of doing it. Before I continue I have to tell you that my Puerto Rican neighbor has been GOD sent. She checks on me everyday and has been a great support system. Who would ever think I would get that from her, especially since I couldn’t stand her prior to this, by the way she says that I am finally happy. Isn’t that nice to hear? lol So, Logan is about 40 minutes from my house when you don’t know where you are going, so I wanted to at least get cleaned up before Claudia arrived, so I attempted to get in to the shower. BAD IDEA after 3 minutes I was on the shower floor in the fetal position because I ran out of energy and was throwing up all over the place, it was disgusting. Claudia arrived and immediately took off her clothes (so they wouldn’t get wet) and began shaving my armpits and legs, washed my entire body and my hair and cleaned up all of my puke. It was all done in complete silence. She then helped me out of the shower and on to my bed, lotioned my body, powdered my cooter, put on my deodorant and plucked my eyebrows without me having to ask her or tell her what I needed, she just knew what to do. I really wanted to cry because this was the greatest act of kindness anyone has ever shown me. I couldn’t cry though because I was too dehydrated, even speaking was becoming a problem for me because it took too much energy. Claudia dressed me, got me in to the car and to the emergency room. I was there for 6 hours on an IV, she stayed with me the entire time, drove me home, tucked me in to bed, called my mother and returned back to NY that evening. I love her and I have not a doubt in my mind that she loves me because what she did was pure love. People like Penee, Denise and others who are suppose to be my real friends have been MIA (missing in action) and are so unreliable that it frustrates me to think about them, so I don’t. I’ve discovered that my true friends are 2 hookers and a stripper and I’m being serious. My other (hooker) friend has been paying a few of my bills for the last few months without any questions and as I mentioned above my neighbor stripper has gone above and beyond for me and she has 2 small children of her own to take care of in addition to a full-time job and stripping at nigh, but she still manages to check on me and offers any assistance that I need including flat ironing and blow drying my hair, although I haven’t taken her up on that because you know how I am about my hair.
Let’s see, so I found out I was pregnant and was ecstatic. I mean I was over the fucking moon. I called everyone I knew to tell them and they were as happy if not happier than I was. It’s been a long road for me and the subject of children. I was told by several Dr’s it wouldn’t happen and this year I have finally come to the realization that it just wasn’t going to happen and I would have to adopt which was fine with me and then BOOM I get pregnant by a man that I DID use a condom with (it broke) and only had sex with once. lol Pure comedy. Diamond are you ready to start writing the treatment? lol So, needless to say everyone who knows me knows about the children situation and were thrilled with the news. Typically, most people would want to know who the father is, how did I meet him etc. the funny thing is no one even cares, no one asked except my parents, but even they haven’t pushed it. I had to tell the truth though, I had sex once and don’t even know the person well. lol My mother wanted to die and my father just shook his head, but they were still happy because well it’s a baby and a baby we never thought would come so who cares how it got here. The father was excited and wanted to get married when I told him I was pregnant. Uh, listen pal I don’t know nor do I even like you. One weekend was enough for me now thanks for the baby and fucking beat it! I’ve been so mean to him that last week he finally told me to lose his number. I was so happy, that is one less stressful thing in my life. I’ll contact him after I give birth, until then I’m FUCKING FREE FROM AGGRAVATION. YAHOO!
After I delivered the good news to everyone I made the one call I was dreading to the head bitch. I called to share my news of a miracle and a blessing with her and she immediately reminded me that I had appointments all month (Sept) long and I should be sure to pack saltines. Has this bitch lost her mind? Did she really think I was going to continue going on dates with my child inside of me? Yes, she did and once I told her to cancel all of my appointments and that I had to retire the shit hit the fan. She told me that I needed to either get an abortion or work until I started to show. I told her to fuck off and hung up the phone at this point I was physically feeling fine and going about my business. I had already left my day job because I was returning to grad school. My birthday arrived and I received in the mail the Italia Vogue from July The Black issue I was raving about along with an invoice for $500,000. Oh yes, you read the numbers correct FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS. I can’t explain to you the details on how she came up with the figure, but it is accurate, actually technically I would owe more because I have a few exclusive contracts with clients meaning they only want to see me and I was paid in advance, so they were owed money back, plus cancellation fees and since I was booked throughout NEXT year that shit adds up quickly. I had to move things around, but I managed and sent her the money the following Monday and then I got sick and shit went down hill from there, so that is why I am broke. What is so funny about this whole thing is I’m not even worried about it. I should be, but I’m not. It’s just money right?
I’ve since heard from the head bitch and she told me that if I agree to return to work 6 months after the baby is born she will give me all of my money back, plus a bonus and she will pay for any plastic surgery needed along with an Au Pair and will make sure that the client pays for the Au Pair’s accommodations and airfare so the baby will always be with me. What a deal huh? I declined. You see I loved being a whore, trust me it’s the best damn job I’ve ever had, but being a mother is going to be the hardest job I’ve ever had and I’m not going to fuck it up. In my opinion it’s ok to take risks, like going overseas with no money and getting in cars with strangers in a foreign country when you don’t speak the language or flying all over the world with clients who at any time can become obsessed with you and possibly kill you or quitting your job at the drop of the dime because you want to, but you can’t do that shit when you have children at least you shouldn’t because it’s not worth it. How can someone explain to your child that you are dead because of a stupid AVOIDABLE mistake that you made? I’m not willing to take that chance.
I changed my cell phone number and haven’t looked back. It’s not even tempting for me to go back to that life because I have something so wonderful to look forward to. Even when I received my eviction letter today it didn’t even dawn on me to think oh man if I only went on one last appointment or maybe I should take the head bitch up on her offer. Nope, not even for a second, it’s not worth it to me. I mean, come on I have some fucking morals and ethics.
Can you believe that before I starting seeing a private Dr. and was going to a clinic they suggested that I sign up for food stamps? Hell no! Not because I have too much pride, but because if you are an able body (and I will be very soon) you should get a damn job. Yeah, I know there aren’t any jobs (lol), but McDonalds is always hiring. If you are working and you need welfare and food stamps then I think it’s ok TEMPORARILY. Yes, I sound like a Republican and I don’t care. Speaking of Republicans can you guys believe this Palin chick? I’m bullshit. Out of all the women in the US and John chose her. I will never understand it. You lost me John, you really did with that one. If you would have picked Romney I could roll with you, although I’m voting for Obama, but Palin are you nuts?
Anyway, I’ve been writing this for almost 3 hours and my energy is LOW so I have to go. I’ll be back soon because HELLO the drama is just beginning. One last thing, be sure to vote.
Love you guys soooo much. XOXO-Conchita the Brunette Bombshell
PS Adrianna I love your name. Too bad I already have names picked out. If it’s a girl I’m naming her after my favorite singer and you already know who that is and if it’s a boy I’m naming him after one of my readers because she has a unisex name. It will be easy to figure out who it is and no I didn’t do spell check and I’m not proof reading this bitch either. I’ve put enough effort in to this post to last until December. I’ll be back way before then. –Adios Amigos
October 9, 2008
Update
Hey it's Penee. A quick update on "Conchita". She has something called hyperemesis (sp) less than 2% of pregnant women have it, so right now she is on a permanent IV until her condition improves and is staying with one of her parents. The baby is fine. I will cut off all comments and she can resume them when she returns. I don't anticipate her returning to the blog until the end of the year.
Oh and she wasn't starving herself she would eat and drink and it would come back up in less than 5 minutes.
-Penee
Oh and she wasn't starving herself she would eat and drink and it would come back up in less than 5 minutes.
-Penee
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