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