If you have a chance and live near Whole foods you MUST stop by the bakery and pick up a strawberry shortcake cake. It's not actual shortcake, but it's the best friggin cake I've ever had. They sell it in individual sizes as well...Ok, I know you didn't come on here to hear about cake and I do need to respond to some of your messages so I will be back before the end of the weekend....updated I responded to all of your comments, if I missed anyone let me know.
Monday 8:25 am
I was dreaming about taking Jayden to Sesame Street in PA and having a nightmare about not being about to figure out the discount on the purchase of some stuffed animals (btw this happens in real life too) I woke up and was in mid pee. I was pissing on myself! I jumped up, woke Jayden (he sleeps in the bed with me he thinks his crib is for playtime only) finished peeing in the toilet, changed the sheets, took a shower and Jayden finally went back to sleep 5 mins ago. This happened at 6am. ONLY ME! I'll write later when I come back from the supermarket I'm buying blueberry pie with vanilla ice cream. I don't like it homemade I like the frozen Mrs. Smiths and I can't find it anywhere, so this will be my 3rd supermarket trip. I don't like Sara Lee the crust isn't buttery. OMG I am addicted to food. Who goes on and on about blueberry pie and drives all over the state for a particular brand? SICK SICK SICK.
November 13, 2009
August 3, 2009
Hello Lovies
I'm on hiatus until October. Right now I'm enjoying every minute of motherhood and slowly getting my life back on track. Until then Adios. XOXO- Brunette Bombshell
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'm 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.
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