Hello Everyone! Oh my goodness, it's been so long! I'm still here guys! My life has been one huge chunk of crazy. I plan on starting this blog up again and vamping up my image. I want to be a constant presence and I want to be available to anyone who needs advice or to vent about their lives. I'm here for you. I promise. I had to get my life together. It took awhile and it's still slowly getting there but I've got this. I know what I'm doing. Finally. I will be filling you guys in on what has been going on in my life and be showing some vlogs as well. I hope you will accept my return and continue to enjoy an adventure together! I've missed you all. Look how giant Kennedy is!!
If you bought the new 1989 album from Taylor Swift you noticed that it comes with extras like 5 polaroids with hand written song lyrics. All together there are 65 individual and unique polaroids with song lyrics. It would make zero sense to take the roulette of buying more than one album to try and collect all the polaroids. So in honor of Taylor breaking out into the pop world, I got my hands on all 5 packs of the 1989 polaroids!
Take a look through all the different pictures and lyrics! Which 1989 lyrics do you most relate to? Click "Read More" below to enjoy all the polaroids!
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I've been conning myself into these little never ending moods lately. I spend my days up in my own head over thinking everything. I am the kind of person that needs plans. I need to know the basics of how a situation is going to go. I need some kind of hold on it. Some kind of control. When my plans get a little hazy or compromised it just takes a toll on me. I need to be able to give myself options of how to deal with the upcoming situations. I don't like being surprised or thrown off course. I love being comfortable and prepared. I know some things you just can't prepare for but I try to avoid those situations as much as possible.
Kennedy's father popped up again. He decided to surprise me with his "new" plans for how he wants to co-parent. It threw me off. He's the kind of person that thinks he understands the basics but really he has no idea. It's hard for me to try and compromise when I know the right thing is the complete opposite. To be honest, it's really hard for me to be an adult and mature when it comes to him. I want to just yell at him sometimes and tell him how much he's messed up my life and how much he's hurt me. I want to let him know how bad I've had it since he's made the choices he has. I want to cry every night because it didn't work out between him and I. But I can't. It's not about him and I anymore.
When there's a baby involved, everything gets messy when it comes to dealing with an ex. I mean, all my other ex's I just lose their numbers and pretend that they don't exist anymore. I make sure that my heart is protected. I move on. With him it's different. I can't just move on because he's always there. I'm not telling you I would get back together with him by any means. I would never do that to myself again. It's just hard to allow myself to heal when I never know when he's going to text me and throw me off course. I wish him and I could find a common ground to successfully understand each other's needs and wants when it comes to our daughter, but the reality is that we can't. We aren't those kind of people. He has completely different beliefs for how everything should go than I do. It's impossible for us to compromise on some things.
Nights are hard for me anymore. I've spent basically my entire pregnancy sleeping alone. That hurts. I lay in bed and I daydream of what it would be like to have someone laying next to me and talking about how amazing our baby's future is going to be. It's just not my time this pregnancy I guess, which is fine. I am able to do it on my own. It's hard and emotionally stressful but I can do it and I know it's going to be amazing when she's finally here.
Of course, when I think about the future I keep thinking about how hard it's going to be to find someone who will want to be with me even though I have a baby. Dating is going to be so hard. I'm going to not want to spend time away from Kennedy and when I go on dates I'm going to be so much more picky because I need someone who will be good for Kennedy. I have no time right now in the next couple of months to even think about stuff like that. I'm going to have a newborn come December and I'm not going to want to risk my emotions on a guy when I need to be strong and 100% there for my daughter.
I can't wait until she's here, though. All of this stress and heartbreak will be worth it once I hold her for the first time. I know it. It makes me tear up every time I think about it. This pregnancy took it's emotional toll on me but in the end I win because I am going to have the most beautiful and amazing daughter out of it all. I get to have a built in best friend. I will never be lonely again. I cannot wait. I can't even describe the amount of love I already feel for her.
I know it's the "cool" thing to dislike Taylor Swift and gossip about her. All of that aside, she made an amazing pop album. Knowing that this album was on it's way to release I was wanting to hate it so much. Her first single off the album "Shake It Off" happened to be overplayed on the radio, yet it didn't stop me from downloading it. In the pop sense this album is perfection. It gives you everything you'd want from a pop album from the catchy hooks to the relatable lyrics and the hip background tracks.
As much as I wanted to hate this album, I cannot. She did an amazing job. Even the album artwork is amazing. She happens to be super relatable and incredibly smart in getting people hooked on her music.
Although, I do have to add it is incredibly douchey of her to refuse to put this album on Spotify stating that she believes people should pay to listen to her music. I read this online so I don't know how true it is but if there is any truth to it then she's in the wrong. Music is about relating to your fans and doing it for the love of it, not the money.
I've always been told that it's dangerous to lose weight during pregnancy, which I do believe to be true. Weight during pregnancy will stress any woman out. I felt like all I was doing was gaining weight. I was eating ALL THE TIME. I mean all the time. It's nothing but a constant hunger. I never looked at my weight at the doctors office just because I didn't wanna stress about it unless they said something to me.
The last time I went to the doctors they did all those little tests like blood pressure and weight and all that. When they brought me to the doctor's room I sat in there and looked at the paper where they record all my info and my jaw literally dropped. I lost 12 pounds. I was 20 weeks pregnant and weighed less than I did before I got pregnant. When my doctor came in I asked her how bad that was and how could I fix it. All she said was that everything in the ultrasound came out just as it should and that my baby girl was as healthy as she could be at this point and not to stress too much about it because I was healthy too. She told me that as long as I was eating proper meals and taking my vitamins I will be okay. Woman lose weight during pregnancy all the time. Some just gain. Some lose then gain. Some gain then lose. Every pregnancy is different.
I was shocked. Like how in the hell do I lose weight during pregnancy but gain 15 pounds just from working out?!? I mean, as long as my baby is healthy and happy and as long as I am healthy I'm not going to hate on it! I feel like my face looks skeletal, though. I lost the pudge in my cheeks and the roundness of my face. I'm not use to it. Crazy. I was worried but my mother said while she was pregnant with me she just kept losing and losing weight. So I guess it is true that every pregnancy is different and every woman is different. It would be cool if I could just gain a bunch of weight since I won't get judged for it cause I'm preggo. Hashtag story of my life.
Being a mom and a parent has always been a dream of mine. I'm one of those girls that will swear up and down that they were born to be a mom. I believe that to be completely true. When I would daydream about it, I would always daydream about the happiness that belongs to the job title. I would think about how content and complete it would be. I thought about pregnancy and how amazing it would be to share that with my person and to get excited for our baby. When I found out I was pregnant I thought I had everything I ever dreamed about. I would soon find out how cruel life can be but how beautiful it could be too.
It was March of 2014 when I met him. I was having a night out with my twin sister and best friend when we decided to have dinner at T.G.I.Friday's at the local mall. I was actually thinking on the drive over how I didn't like that restaurant much, but I bit my tongue and knew I was going to enjoy the girl's night out either way. We told the hostess how many of us there was and she told us it would be a little wait so we took a seat in their waiting room. Their waiting room had a huge window in it that showed the inside of the restaurant. I remember sitting there and staring in the window and thinking while my best friend and my sister were having a conversation. That's when I saw him. He walked past the window and just as he was almost out of view, he did a double take and looked right at me. I looked at him confused trying to think if I knew him then I looked away knowing I didn't. When I looked back up he was gone.
The waitress escorted us to our table. We sat down and my friend and twin immediately looked through the drink menu. I was gazing over the food when he came over to our table and introduced himself as our waiter. I felt it then and there. I swear to you. I knew. It's exactly how they describe it to be. It was like magic. I had to hide my smile. He asked for our drink orders. Kim and Colleen ordered their beers and I asked for a non alcoholic beer. He asked if I was in the program and I told him I was. He told me he was also in the program. I remember that entire dinner service I was laughing and smiling because of him. He was everything I wanted in a guy. He was tall, funny, sober, had a job, made me smile, everything.
I ended up leaving him a note with my phone number in it when we we got up to leave. I remember on the drive home talking about him with Kim and Colleen. One of them joked about how cute our babies would look.
After we got ahold of each other, we got to know each and we just clicked. He met my family and my family adored him. He was everything I never had but always wanted from a relationship. I couldn't believe how lucky I had been. Everything was so good and I was so happy and content. Then I found out I was pregnant after a month of dating.
I knew I was pregnant even before the test told me. We weren't smart when it came to our love life. I had a feeling that it was a possibility. I got a positive test result two days before my missed period. As much as I was caught off guard I never saw this pregnancy as a bad thing. I knew that no matter what I could handle this. I knew my family would be supportive. I knew that he would be supportive. I knew everything was going to be alright. I told my twin sister first then I told my older sister and my mother. They told me to wait to talk to him in person to tell him. I couldn't shake it off enough to wait an extra day until I saw him. I called him and he knew before I told him. He freaked out a bit and I could tell he needed some time to breathe and let it sink in. After a little he got rid of the visible anxiety and was very supportive. I felt safe and content. I was actually looking forward to everything because of how peaceful everything became.
All good things must come to an end as they say. And they did. Fast. It was amazing for about a week. Then I noticed him becoming more and more uninterested in the pregnancy. He was becoming more and more selfish. I tried to just brush it off and blame it on nerves but I couldn't. I began to feel less content and alone.
I was thrilled for our 8 week ultrasound. It would be the first time we would see our baby and it was our first doctor's appointment. I was so excited. The day of the appointment he didn't want to get out of bed. When he did he was in a grumpy mood, as if I was bothering him. He told me he was tired. I ignored his mood and focused on being excited. In the waiting room he was half asleep in the chair and debating on going to the car to lay down. When we went into the ultrasound appointment he sat there and seemed half interested but left to let my mom take a look and went to the car to sleep. He slept the whole way home and the entire rest of the afternoon. I felt very alone.
After everything I told him I thought it was best for me and our relationship if he found some where else to stay. That's when everything came tumbling down. That's when he originally lost control. That's when he relapsed. After that it was back and forth with him. He'd be in a shitty situation and I'd cave and tell him to come back then he would make me feel sad and create stress and I would ask him to leave. He would relapse.
My brother asked me to house sit after his wedding to take care of his dog and I agreed. I would be all alone so I offered him to come stay with me and just try to do this right. The first two days were great. We were amazing. I was actually happy and laughing and smiling and it was everything I wanted again. We had it back. We were working on our relationship. Until one morning he came back from his drive to work because he felt very sick. I thought nothing of it. He went upstairs to sleep it off. I went about my business. After I had lunch I went upstairs to take a nap too. I went to use the bathroom before I laid down and I noticed something on the ground. Laying right near the toilet was a syringe. A needle just laying on the ground. That's when I knew. That's when I felt it in my gut. I felt the end of everything. I knew he was using again. I knew he was lying to me. I knew he wasn't sober. I felt betrayed. I felt pissed off that he was careless enough to just leave a needle on the ground for his pregnant girlfriend to step on.
I confronted him and he of course denied it. He made up some stupid excuse that I barely listened to. He knew it was over. He knew I knew he was lying. I asked him to leave. That was the last time I ever saw him.
After a week he ended up going to rehab again. I remember desperately trying to reach out to him while he was away. His mom told me that his therapist said it was a bad idea for him and I to communicate. I remember thinking about stupid that was because I was carrying his child. It was out of my control. He got out when I was 4 months pregnant. He seemed to be doing better but he still wasn't the person I knew. I wanted the old him back. I needed it. Our communication was vacant. He was constantly too busy for me. He was always working, at a meeting, or with his sponsor. I understand all those things are important. I would never talk bad about making those a priority but I'm pregnant with his baby and he couldn't give me more than 5 minutes on the phone any given day. He couldn't text me without giving me one word answers. The more and more he pushed me away the more desperate I grew for his emotional support. I didn't care that he didn't contribute anything financially, it was the emotional support that was most important to me. I remember crying because he didn't have the time for me. I was so desperate for him to give a shit about me. I begged him to give me emotional support. He made it impossible. I finally got fed up enough to tell him that I don't want him in my life anymore or his daughter's life. I told him that I don't want any contact unless he wants to help out with money. He said okay and the phone cut out. That was it.
I didn't get over how easy it was for him to leave for a couple of months. I never heard from him. He never called to check in, to fight for his right to his daughter, to apologize, to ask if I needed financial help. Nothing. It wasn't until recently that I heard from him. I found out he went back to his home in Kansas because he was a wanted felon. Like WHAT!? He called. He apologized. I assumed it meant he wanted a big role in his daughter's life. Which isn't what he wanted which lead to major conflict. Instead I assumed too much. He got off on probation and told me he would be back in Pennsylvania to help me out before she's born. He told me he would be there when I went into labor. It made me feel oddly better about giving birth. I for whatever reason really liked the idea of having his help and having him around. Of course, I should have known better than to believe anything. He told me that the court gave him a choice. Choice #1 was to do probation and transfer it to Pennsylvania to be there when his daughter is born and to help me out but still be booked with a felony on his record. Choice #2 was to stay in Kansas for another year to complete Diversion to get the felony off his record but miss his daughter's birth and entire first year. He chose to stay in Kansas and I chose to tell him to just stay out of my life because for me she always comes first. I would live with a felony if I had to. She is always the first thing. It's not her fault he got a felony.
Long story short: I now understand why woman have so much trouble with their baby's fathers. They are a headache.
I don't regret being pregnant. I don't regret meeting him. Without him I wouldn't have her. It's all a life lesson. It will work out the way it's suppose to. In the end he is missing out. He never felt her kick, he's only been to one doctor's appointment, he didn't pick out all the beautiful things she has, he didn't decorate her room, nothing. He won't see her when she's born or when she's growing up. He lost out on all of that. I couldn't imagine.