and

i told the parental unit, it didn't go as bad as i thought at all.
i'm happy





and october 1st, i get to see the little nugget for the first time...
dr. appointment here we come!



this is my life, and i'm living it how i please, i know more than one people may prefer abortion for me or even adoption but i'm choosing to keep it whether you, they, he she, them, or who the fuck ever.
this is my kid, and i'm taking responsibilities for my actions.

i'm gonna be a good mamma, and maybe this happened for me to wake the fuck up and get my life straight
i know for a fact the old me is dead and gonna, i'm and adult now and going to be a mamma
so i got to start acting like one.

i over analyze situations just as i did when my sister got pregnant, and the rest of the 760 females for the fact. of all ages, middle school, high school, everything i've observed every pregnant female in high school that i knew, for no specific reason but to see if they were good mothers...

sure they were. but when you become a mamma the drive for partying and boys and all that should be gone, your kid should be first, and well atleast i know that.
for one i never liked dancing, partying, or clubs so it's not gonna bother me.
and the boy part, well i have Leo, but i promised myself if him and i didn't work out, a replacement daddy wouldn't be on my to-do list.

i have promises and goals for myself, my life, and for my baby.
and with or without anyone i'm going to do it.
i made a promise not to be like the teen moms down here, because their mentality is still "teen" after all, some people just don't grow up and some do.

there's two types of mothers that i've observed; the girls who are wild and don't seem like it's possible to change but become such great mothers after all or the girls who are and and seem motherly but just don't change into a mother but still a kid.

i don't know shit yet, i'm a rookie...
i'm willing to take all the advice i can and prove myself right about myself...




can't wait for october 1st at 9 a.m.