see you 'round the way and other stupid shi...

i cram to understand folks making fun of pregnant ppl. how lame. 'touche'... dumasses... anyway, i think my baby and I connect on a level that only a caring loving joyful mother-to-be (like myself) can connect with their unborn child. like i can tell when shawty want to cuss Guy (babydaddy) out, it is relayed through a swift kick to my pelvis and i proceed to cussing his ass out. no morning sickness...well at least no more... the first trimester kicked my ass... but the second trimester has been forgiving. I am extremely tired and the headaches are the pits but im finally enjoying being pregnant. I still look hella good except for the stretch marks on my ass, breast, thighs and hips....don't sweat the technique... it is all genetic.... my mom's the bomb too.

I haven't found out the sex and if God is willing and I resist temptation, I won't find out until shawty gets here. just because the ablity is there doesn't mean you are to use it. I have names already picked out for either sex. Guy doesn't like the boy names i have chosen but you know what,... his ass isn't carrying a baby in his uterus so i couldn't care less what he wants to name the baby. the baby names were never a collective decision...it was an exclusive one.

before pushing a 6 pounder from my nether region

before 

my breast have always been a small C... now them joints are a solid full D. thanks Shawty (aka my baby, it etc)! they will be saggy mangos in a few months but that is alright... ya know why? because i will have a hungry, crying, moneysnatching bundle of joy to replace them. life is f'ing grand. but for real thou... whatever Shawty wants, Shawty will get... when it is begging for an ass whipping, i shall be there to deliver. i'm going to be on point with my ass whippings too... straight thorough.

momma

hi. temp. showing. flygyrl thought i should do this even if it is for the remainding four months that i am pregnant.... yep, i'm expecting, with child, bun in oven, etc. and loving every minute of it. i aint ever been know for being sappy so none of that smushy shi will get play on this here blog. this is a basic ode to baby Shawty until it gets here and the three month after Shawty is born... or until i go back to work.... I will often refer to my baby as it... if you don't like it, don't come by and don't comment either. I know good and damn well my baby isn't an it and i don't need for you do tell me either. clear? cool. now let the fun begin.