I was so stoked that my sister was going to be here for my baby shower, for the birth of my daughter... Here permanently. It was so exciting to me that it was almost hard to believe when I saw all their boxes inside of my mother's house. Well, unfortunately to say, my sister's husband, Billy, was diagnosed with extremely bad diabetes. His dad went on to tell Billy about how he won't be able to get insurance in order to cover his diabetes medicine, which is complete bullshit. Billy has a job down here and he would be insured under them, but he hasn't even attempted to try and talk to his new job about whether or not the insurance would cover him. Which it obviously would. It isn't like he has brain cancer- it's diabetes. Its unfortunate, but common. Billy's first instinct is to rush back to North Carolina, which is what they are doing. My sister wants to live here badly and I don't blame her because of the conditions she was living under in North Carolina, but her husband does not want to stay. If you want my honest opinion, I believe Billy never wanted to move down in the first place due to his six-year-old son who lives in North Carolina and is now using the diabetes as a getaway. Either way, it's working. My sister leaves to go back to North Carolina this Friday. Two days before my baby shower. How incredibly sad.
Despite how I'm feeling about the entire situation, I'm not worrying myself about it anymore because I'm so tired of stressing about her moving down here and staying. I feel sorry for her husband, Billy, but I don't think they should have packed up all their stuff and moved down here in which my mom paid for and then now they are just going back up there. Oh and guess who is paying for them to move back to NC? Billy's dad. Imagine that. Either way though, I have my own things going on. I was hoping that the family was going to be close knitted and that this Christmas would be unimaginable with my daughter and my niece and my sister and everyone I love surrounding me. However, it won't. That doesn't mean it won't be merry though. I just don't think my twenty-seven-year-old sister was mature enough to make such a hectic decision. But if they want to move back into a druggie house where people steal from them and live disgusting, so-be-it.

I feel like I'm being a little harsh... Maybe I am. I'm just distraught about the entire situation. I'm glad my baby shower is close because that gives me something happy to look forward to. Getting tons and tons of baby stuff and then I can start topping off what I really need for my little girl. Plus, I'm excited to see all my friends and "friends" there to support me.
My pregnancy has not been a breeze. No where near. It has gotten a lot easier than it was in the beginning. It's actually hard to imagine how sick I was during the first four months of my pregnancy. I literally felt like I was dying every single day. Whatever was going on inside of me, it was very unpleasant. It made me promise myself to never, ever have anymore children but I don't believe that will happen. Not for a very, very, very long time either. However, the sickness started to fade and that's best the best part of my pregnancy slipped its way in. I regained some of my energy (whatever she isn't taking from me) but I still get sick sometimes. If I don't eat for awhile or don't eat before I go to bed or if I eat too much of something. Sometimes she just doesn't like me eating something and I'll puke it back up. My body is starting to take a turn for the worse, too. I'm twenty-five weeks and two days pregnant, so only about a week and a half before I'm completely in the third trimester. My thighs and legs have started to swollen and my tits are uncomfortably big. (I miss my little boobies.) My back forever hurts and I can't bend down without help anymore. I've only gained around fifteen pounds since becoming pregnant but I feel huge and disgusting. I crave sexual and physical attention from Joseph in order to regain some of my confidence but he doesn't always give it to me in the doses that I want. I know my body going through all of these changes and misery is for the best cause (my daughter) but I can't wait until she is finally here and I can shape my body again.

I've rambled too much. This is my new blog. I decided it was time to get a new one- a fresh start. Especially since I'm making this one more public. Anyway, I'm pooped. Goodnight.