Guess who's back baby? The one and only Caribbean Cowgirl ready to fawk shit up!! Did you miss me? As you already know I am hella pregnant so I stepped away from the blog because for the most part, my brain has been reduced to mush for the time being. I didn't want to leave you guys empty handed so I did my best to give some maternity slay on my Instagram aptly hashtagged #slayingfortwo. I know many times I get comments like 'girl how do you do it?', but I'm bout to tell you how,mkkkayy? Truth is I haven't. I was just hospitalized for 4 days with pre-term labor and I have another 5 weeks of pregnancy left. Buckle up your wigs and gather round, cuz its about TO GO DDOOOWNNNNNN! Let me start with my job... The officeWhile I welcomed this pregnancy with open arms, both me and hubby, it appeared as if life didn't. Slowly but surely I noticed my surroundings change. As many of you may or may not know I staaaaayed online at work ; mainly shopping and fulfilling blog duties all while being a mediocre employee . Below is a rare picture of me at work, enjoy. I used to love my job because it brought me no stress ...like at all. I did my job yet had time to explore my creative blog outlet while calling out whenever I pleased. Once I got knocked up and started feeling sick, I noticed my head manager's behavior towards me change drastically. I would leave work early because I was sick (you know, dying and stuff cuz I'm pregnant) and she would see me dragging my way out the door and turn her head or look at me in disdain. I put up with that shit for months yall! It then grew into literal harassment. She would creep by my desk and then 5 mins later I would receive an email from my direct supervisor saying that the head-hater-in-charge said I was minimizing something on my desktop, possibly the internet.Like bisssh whet?! FIRST OF ALL,I WAS. Secondly , I was actually doing work that day.I have many more stories like this, but I digress. Instances like this began occurring everyweek. All the while I was leaving early and complaining of pregnancy issues ,she never acknowledged I was pregnant not once! Bih you know I got that FMLA on file and you see this baby bump ! I would go to the bathroom all day and coincidentally me and this non-preg are on the same pee schedule? Nah, you stalking me sis and for what I don't know but lets just ask my good friend about it, Human Resources. After gathering enough evidence , I decided this enough and I have dealt with passive aggressive behavior on the job before.I.am.not.with.the.shits.sis.*claps hands My previous job had me so stressed I had diarrhea(tmi I know) for a whole month, I lost 10 lbs the same month and was then fired on false accusations.I was not about to go through that eeevvvaaaa again. My health and child are will always come before a job.After taking my case to HR, I noticed her ass no longer hovering me as if I was the only employee (there are about 140 btw).I made it known around the office that I called HR on her too! Girl you aint bout to be bothering me aaannnddd think you gonna have me walking on eggshells with the salary I was on! #youtriedit Through it all, my direct supervisor (an angel, a God send, the wind beneath my wig) always had my back.She brought me snacks, she brought me whole damn meals, and she even let me cry to her without judgement. Ms.Pam I love you! My whole work team rallied behind me daily as I groaned at my desk from Braxton hick contractions and they put together the most amazing work baby shower I had ever seen.Yes, I bawled like a lil Biaahhh at my work baby shower followed by eating until I almost threw up.They be cooking yall (and I, be eatn') ! I have so much to talk about but I will keep the work stuff brief (if you can consider this brief lol).As much as I was blessed to have some amazing co-workers the signs were clear that this was no longer the place for me and I have decided after the baby.So what is my glamourous job you ask? Working for the DMV center *que the laughter and dmv dragging session.On the real though I would like to say its not the DMV employees you see that are giving you a hard time, its the politics behind the scenes and apathy from higher ups that workers have to deal with on top of trying to help.Its like they want you not truly care.DMV employees get under appreciation from both the public and management.After being there for almost 4 years, you can only imagine the stories I have to tell.I will get there in a later post *dunks tea bag in cup. Let's keep sipping. Less money Mo' ProblemsNow you know where I work you know that it was not all about the Benjamins for me and my bank account, more like all about the Jacksons and Washingtons.You don't get wealthy from working for the state and sure as hell not with the DMV.So now here comes the question, 'well how you get all those nice clothes and shoes and thangs?'.Truth is I'm a scammer honestly, truly.I kid.I kid, a lil kinda lol.(exhibit A) Well nosy (lol), I had a great credit card with an amazing limit and so I used that to allocate my style budget as I was investing my blog.I also get tons of goodies for free and I am a thrift shopper extraordinaire.When my hubs suffered a quit debilitating work injury a while back my credit card offered insurance that covered certain life events.I maxed my card out and due to his injury, they paid my credit card for a whole year wiping out the balance. It was a big balance too! Of course you may be wondering where this magical card came from , well it was one of the only good things that came from me working at that hell hole Wells Fargo. Many credit card companies have insurance plans but don't tell you about it so before you apply for your next one be sure to ask about it. If you want to look more into the Wells Fargo card, don't. They recently sent a notice that are cancelling their credit card protection plan as of April 2018.Maybe its because they paid my bill off only for me to max that bih out again, or maybe its because as a whole ,the company is a fraud who mistreats customers and employees and balls out on bail outs.Do I sound a lil salty? lol (well dammit I am!) It seems like I just went off on a tangent but I'm piecing this thang together to stay with me.You with me? You sure? Ok, lets get into it.I'm broke. Pregnancy is not a time for brokenness, but broke don't care about nothing.I was having my regular pre natal visits and then they called me back into the finance office. The convo went like this ' ok we see you are due in January , so we set you up on payment plan for your delivery expenses, oh yea it needs to be paid by November, ok ? great!'.Hol up, wait a minute! You mean to tell me I have to pre pay for my delivery 3 months before I'm due? Mc'use me bih?! Where I'm sposed to get $1,200 from in a few months? The office i was going to changed their policies since my first daughter and I was not ready to switch doctors and i was scared to do.So here comes stressor #2. I took it in stride and weighed my options and talked to a few co-workers. One of them suggested I apply for pregnancy Medicaid. The income limit it a lot higher that regular Medicaid. As a tax paying citizen it's my right to utilize programs such as these in a time of need. I may not shout it from the mountaintop , but I sho nuff was bout to gather my paystubs , my thrifted LV speedy, and take my proud ass down to apply. After telling the case worker my life story and my income she was like 'ok there is no reason you wont be approved income based'.Yessss I scream to myself because it was also open enrollment so I immediately cancelled my work insurance as it was very expensive, could barely afford it and clearly wasn't covering costs. The 45 day wait for approval seemed to be the longest of my liifeeee!! Everyday, I would check the mail looking for my approval so I can tell my Dr's office to lick my grits 'I aint paying yall shit...for now'. Right after thanksgiving I got my letter only for it to say I was DENIED! My water could have broke that very day.I panicked as anyone would because now I have no insurance and upcoming dr visits and if I didn't pay my balance in full by my next visit they would decline me service.Stressed to the max I wobble my hurt and confused self right to the Medicaid office, ready to set it off.Apparently my case worker failed to know the real income limit making me $150 over the gross income threshold. While I am in this moment, I want to bring up a fact that many people fail to acknowledge. Married people fall on hardt imes too.Just because there are two incomes that doesn't mean there is more money in the household.There are also more bills and sometimes less deductions. The system is not designed to assist two parent homes who go through boughts of financial stress. So more times than not, you have a 2 parent family financially struggling more than a single parent one. Never look a home and judge their finances because you never know their circumstances. After bawling my eyes out in the office pleading for help or any kind she suggested I reapply and try the marketplace in the meantime. What a damn waste. The insurance they tried to sell me was more than my policy on my job which I was also no longer able to afford. I was just downright destitute at this point so in means of trying to get approved once I reapply for Pregnancy Medicaid, I would have to resign from my job 2 weeks earlier than expected so I can meet the income requirements. I also had to find another office to accept me as a new patient late in the game and not make me pre-pay money I don't have.I put my big girl high waist preggo panties (with the amazing worn out elastic waistband) on and started making calls. I was able to find an office that didn't bill until months after delivery and until my Medicaid would be approved which took such a load off of me I cried on the phone when they told me their policy.Like I bawled.I.was.skressed.Next on my plate was money. I didn't plan on leaving my job yet but I knew I had my 401k as a fall back. Unbeknownst to me , my 401k funds cant be withdrawn until 60 days after leaving the job. FIRST OF ALL , ITS MY MONEY AND I NEED IT NOW! *proceeds to call JG Wentworth.Stressor #3.Once again ready to jump off a cliff . I swallow my non existent pride and call my now estranged dad. We hadn't talked in months , but surely he could understand the crunch I am in and provide some ease. Another waste of time. As soon as the conversation begans, I began to bawl and tell him all about my life struggles since the pregnancy. His response ,'well sometimes you just have to lean on God'. I looked at my phone to make sure I dialed 'dad' instead of 'Jesus' because I was not in need of a prayer at this moment I was in need of a dad (with money or resources to help his child who is clearly dying because she never calls and asks for anything). Did I mention he is a pastor? Ok, good.he is a pastor. In that moment I needed a dad that would say "let me see what I can do" or "I wish you had called earlier'' or some dad shit like that. Feeling worse than I felt before the call, I wiggle my way out of the conversation and wipe my tears away. Down but not all the way out just yet, I call my retirement to see if I can make emergencies withdrawals. Luckily I could ,but luck don't work for me. All the documentation I provided was not enough to get approved. They must have wanted me to send in a piece of my placenta. What more do you want from meeeeee?! *cries in Tyrese Finally after talking with more family I was able to contact my insurance company and borrow against my whole life policy. Yea, these are grown up people things in place and thankfully I have some.In less than 3 days I would have enough to hold me financially until I can withdraw my 401k funds. Financial crisis averted...for now. All the while all this was going on , you know I'm still with child.It seems are finally on the up and up.I even get an email from an amazing maternity gown company who wants to send me an amazing dress to shoot glam maternity pics in..FO FREE! So literally after finally having some kind of relief my body immediately goes into "oh hell naw" mode. These were my last Facebook statuses before and during my hospitalization starting last Thursday: Ok, Now I am actually dying for real!Last Thursday at work I felt more like death than usual, but I decided to stick it out since Friday was gonna be my very last day on the job and I was gonna stunt for the GAWDS on all those who had been hating on me.Fur coat, face beat, glitter boots, the works bitch! I was bout to leave on my own terms and in style.My unborn child, Skai Pink Ellis (the real Head.Baby.In.Charge.), was not havin it! I almost didn't think I would make it home from work the contractions had gotten so bad. I asked my mom-in-law to whisk me to the hospital.So here I am 34 weeks and they tell me I am 2 cm dilated already.Huh? Whet? They begin looking into all the reasons why and said they would check my progress in another hour.An hr later I am 3 cm dilated.And when I tell you a bitch is scared out of her uterus by this point,YOU DONT EVEN KNOW SIS! So I'm laid up bout to spread my legs and start pushing her out. Im also thinking this is waaayyy to early (I turned 34 weeks last Thursday) and I'm praying "oh God , she couldn't have waited til mommy at least got a chance to get that free maternity gown?'. Anxious cant even begin to describe my feelings as I lay in the hospital feeling like my uterus is turning inside out. As I lay dying, I alert the media of my impending death (you know I posted in my IG stories and my Facebook wall and so forth). Staffers come in and out of my room and can't explain why I am still contracting and dilating so in one final act of defiance of it all, I just plop my head back on the pillow and let my wig slide off into the night. I endure day by day with the promise I will leave by Sunday if no more dilating occurs. They wanted to keep monitoring me after the steroid shots they gave me. The shots were to make sure if I did deliver early it will help develop my baby's lungs. Never have I felt so much comfort in a time of distress. The staff was so amazing! The food was pretty awesome too! By Saturday I had developed a routine of eat, sleep, and complain between all the loving messages and phone calls.I was literally being treated like the queen of Labor and Delivery...if a queen just decided to just leave her wig off.Yea I was over it so I had just been in there getting the royal treatment in my wigcap lol. One call I received this day would set in motion the most joyous cry of the day! So I'm watching Girls Trip and my room phone starts to go off. I pick it up and the voice says "Is this LaNatria Ellis? We were informed that you don't have insurance. Is that correct?". The jig is up bih.I'm bout to grab my wig , rip put my I.V. and jump out the window. To my surprise she was calling to tell me that the hospital offers assistance to those in my very situation and would even help me reapply my for Pregnancy Medicaid and due to my extended hospital stay I would have not issues being approved. Yall, when I tell you I proceeded to ugly cry up in that room!! You know you hear all the time things like 'don't worry about it', 'try not to stress' but it can be easier said than done sometimes. All the odds were stacking against me at every angle and while I didn't think I was letting it get to me, my baby was saying otherwise. Pregnancy is supposed to be one of the most happiest times, but sometimes life happens and it happens hella hardT. It happened hell hardT to me, but trust me. My life may be short but I have been through worse. I thought I learned how to handle it well too however life keeps on happening and I just have to keep on learning to deal. Shit just gets rough sometimes. Parents just don't understandI tried to keep it light for most of this post, but now it coming with the heavy stuff so I hope you are ready.In previous posts, I have spoken about my parents and their inability to just 'parent'.I had clean clothes and all that jazz growing up, but they have left me feeling empty for years as they have simply failed to support me in both pivotal and non-pivotal moments in my life.Let me give you a small rundown : never supported me in college which led to me dropping out and being depressed,not coming to my wedding, the birth of my first child, failing to be active in her life and so forth.Yet after each heartbreak and the year that follows something within me would say 'Reach out to them, tell them how you feel. Tell them what you need from them. Let them know they failed you but you want them to try to do better.'Everytime it would be the same pattern of me crying my eyes out begging my parents to tell me what I did for them to abandon me when I need them only for them to pretty much say 'well get over it'. Chance after chance I gave, but I was never 'over it'.Every new failed attempt to be there reminded me of every other previous time so it left me feeling like I was pouring salt on open wounds.I just got tired of being hurt and not being a priority in their life. Yet somehow I was to drop my whole life anytime they needed help as if I birthed them. Where dey do dat at? I don't want to get into it too deep but a few years ago my parents were out of town at a church function 2 states away and my mom fell sick...reeeaaaalll sick. Like her heart was struggling and they had to do surgery. As I mentioned before, my dad is a pastor. So all he cares about is church, not God but church. Church always came before anything in his house to the point where it wasn't about God but somehow showing others how dedicated to church he was. It was sickening. So anywho, he calls me early one morning to tell me she is in the hospital and he needs me to drive to Virginia to pick him up so he can get home and go to work. I literally said give me a 5 mins and I will call you back. Me and my big sister were on the road driving 4 hrs one way to pick him up just to drive home in 4 more hrs.I ended making another trip in a few days to go pick my mother up from the hospital upon her discharge. Tired and worried about her well being, during the whole ordeal I ended using 7 of my personal days at work, mileage on my car,and stress on my body. I didn't have a period for 5 months after this just because of the stress of it all.I never really got a thanks from my dad and later my mom told me 'well its not like you did anything for me since I have been sick'.Yea.The thanks I get.Not to mention I checked with their church , unbeknownst to them, just to ensure they were putting together a love offering for them. Imagine if I had gave my dad the same words he gave me in his time of need 'sometimes you got to lean on God'. I know you are thinking why am I telling you all this well, the same Saturday I got the best call about my insurance coverage I got the worse one from my dad.I didn't call them directly to tell them I was in the hospital because, well why would I? They found out from family and decided to call and check in. The convo went as followed 'blah blah well we have a revival going on at the church so if you are still in the hospital Monday we will come and see you then'.I just said 'ok' and faked a contraction to get off the phone at this point. Yes, I faked one! I'm literally an hour from your church and you cant find time to see your child and unborn grandchild, yet you can do all things through Christ that strengthen you? Woooooow! I'm unimpressed and unbothered by their once again failure to simply be there for me. Oh but wait! There's more! Sunday my mom calls around 2 pm and says they are coming after church and being its the Lord's day, instead of hanging up I say sure you can roll through. Midway through my eat, sleep, and complain routine I get a call about 5:30pm from that old man I used to call my dad. He is talking slow and stuttering, so I knew what was up "uuhhhh heeeeyyy yyeeeaaaaa soooo we wont be able to make it today. I'm tired.I will see you tomorrow if you are still there." It's like he was reading a line right of the dead beat parent's manual. I'm not gonna lie, I have never seen such a blatant failed attempt from my dad, from my mom maybe but never my dad. The last shred of hope I had left in him was gone just like my hopes of being a chemist. Yea I used to want to be a chemist, until I realized I'm not good at math. Suddenly I felt all the emotions from that scene where Will's dad left him and he got all upset and cried to Uncle Phil. 'Pray for them' is all I hear.Nah sis. God isn't a genie besides, if that is how prayer worked I would have been rich along time ago. I cant change them and neither will a prayer. Until they realize the damage of their actions and the results nothing will change. So, no they are not worth the prayer. I do pray that I find the inner peace to not allow how they treated me to affect me in how I raise my own children. You can't pick your parents and I have learned you don't have to have them in your life if they are toxic to you. After being treated like a motherless child while avoiding early delivery , I have decided to divorce myself from my parents. I'm shutting all that shit down. I don't need the stress and its exhausting waiting for someone to treat you how you want to be treated. I know my worth and I have done nothing to deserve the lack of love and support I have received over the years. It's not me, it's them. Goodbye for former parental units -with love ,signed your amazing daughter that is doing so great in life yet somehow she isn't enough for you to even want to love and support (aka me) Thank you!I know this was long as hell to read , but I had a lot on my milk filled chest. I also haven't blogged since August so yea a lot has been happening. I didn't realize until my hospital scare all the things I had been enduring .I just tried to brush it off and go.Now I made all this knowledge public and I was initially afraid to do so because well, opening up is hard. Judgement starts to set in and there is a lot here to judge, let's face it. I was almost ashamed to post some of the things I wrote here today, but maybe my brutal honesty will help someone else. The same way no one would have ever guessed all of this from my epic mom slayage on IG , someone else maybe masking their stress as well. I want you to know you are not alone, ok? I also want to say Thank you on top of Thank you to all who reached out to me and are still reaching out to me. Your love and support really inspired me to pour my soul into this post!!!! THANK YOU!!!! So as it currently stands with baby, my due date is January 25th but I highly doubt I will make it. I'm currently on Skai's terms. So the amazing baby shower my friends had so graciously planned I had to cancel it because I doubt if I can even make it another 2 weeks honestly.To all my friends and fam who planned on coming or wanted to send a lil sumn I did finally make a registry at Target that can be shopped here.Now I don't want yall to think I am begging, cuz I aint no bum bih, ok? lol Oh and what kind of blog post would be complete without any slayage? Everything is sold out cuz its old and I refuse to purchase maternity clothes lol hat and sweater-H&M Pants -Forever21 Fur coat-Thrifted Bag-Shein Glasses-Aliexpress Boots-Asos Lipstick-beauty bakerie Hazelnut Swirl
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Adeola
12/22/2017 03:34:46 pm
Oh sweetie! I can’t even begin to imagine what it must have been like... I know you tried to lighten your experience with all the jokes and funny pictures (which btw got me laughing my socks off) but really that’s a lot to go through in pregnancy and i am glad you are keeping your head up. I remember when I was told I had gestation diabetes at 28wks and knowing all the complications I almost lost it, like where? How?... life tosses us up & down, but we keep it moving right? Welldone Hun, you have come this far & you can only go farther and better. Rooting for you all the way and patiently waiting for lil miss Ellis. Lovely shower photos btw, you are really glowing 😘😘😘
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lanatria
12/22/2017 04:20:57 pm
OMG girl that is so crazy!! I know you were pretty much out of your mind ? How sway? I'm so glad you made it through! So many people don't realize how strong we have to be as mothers even before the baby comes out.To be honest I was so used to dealing with some kind of mess in my life I didn't realize how much was going on, but I'm so glad everything happened how and when it did because it could have been so much worse.I finally have the chance to keep my feet up now and I just laid my weave to gawds so when I finally go into labor, no wig slips for me.lol Thanks for all the love!
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Thanks for sharing! You were so REAL on this blog. You had me on a roller coaster reading this blog.(happy,sad,angry,set it off) I am praying for you & the family. (I ain't trying to get all churchy) I've recently had some health issues due to stress on my job. I had to give up that job... We can be in a toxic environment for so long it starts to feel normal to us. During my process I had to get into the word(I promise I ain't being churchy) trust the process and be at peace with everything around me. Again, thank you for being so open with your journey.
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lanatria
1/5/2018 11:33:34 am
I don't think you were being churchy at all.Im just glad you are ok.Therapy can come in many forms including reading the bible and praying.im so glad you took the time out to read! I was really nervous posting this.
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Gurrrrrrl! This was a read!! Lol I’m so sorry you had to put up with that horrible manager. I’ve had my fair share of poor management and the food ones that would help you and make working pleasurable.
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lanatria
1/5/2018 11:38:45 am
I could hug you right now!! Girl I was jamming Alt Rock too low key lol.I don't know how these parents of ours feel so entitled as if they were so great but yet feel 'sorry' is a word they cant say.A real parent should be able to acknowledge when they have negatively impacted their child.They should consider themselves lucky that we didn't allow their non-parenting to affect us to the point where we couldn't function.Thanks for stopping by!
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Fatima
12/27/2017 11:10:48 pm
Giiirrrlllll my cup runneth over with this tea right here. I can relate to 95% of the above and I really thank you for being brutally honest. The memes made my night 😂😂😂
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Salena Troy
12/28/2017 06:24:30 pm
Neeka, let me just tell you that I have always admired how much of a genuine person you are!!! You are so real & that’s one of the many reasons I have loved you since high school!!! Not too mention, you are literally one of the funniest people I have ever been around in my entire life!!! I mean, my eyes were watering during parts of the post and then the next second I was laughing hysterically!!! But, I am so sorry that such an amazing person like yourself has had to deal with all of these hardships. However, girl it just shows how much of a bad bih you are, because I would’ve never guessed it. You look AMAZING 100% of the time I see your post, & I always think to myself how deserving you are of the recognition you get from your blog/posts. Like if anyone deserves it, it’s you!!! You’re beautiful, you’re original, you’re genuine, you’re freaking ONE OF A KIND, & you’ve been that way since I knew you wayyy back in high school. I haven’t seen you in forever, but your post just confirmed that you’re the same ole Neeka & PLEASE don’t ever change!!! Girl you are a personified diamond, & that’s why you’re going through everything you’re going through because you’re being polished and perfected (even more so than I believe you already are). And, in my eyes, there’s absolutely no reason for you to feel ashamed about 1 thing that was mentioned in your post. This is grown woman shit here & if nobody don’t get that it’s because they have no clue what being a grown woman consists of. It’s hard sometimes!!! But honey, if i can relate to anything in this post, it’s most definitely the parent thing!!! As crazy as it sounds, I came to this exact realization (divorcing my parents) a couple weeks ago. Girl, we hang on for so long and give them so many chances (as children), because that’s what we long for. We want our parents, to be parents, and if they’ve let us down 100 times before, we still give them 100 more chance to redeem themselves. However, like you said I’ve reached the point to where, I’m done!!! I’ll be 30 years old in 4 months and I’m exhausted from being continuously let down. I’ve learned that my husband is the only person who has continuously had my back through everything & he very well may be the only person, & I’m ok with that. I see the love between you and your husband and I believe you’re blessed with a beautiful kind of love. Your husbands got you boo. Girl I realized my husband is the realist one on my team, and I’m more than gucci with that!!! But, I love you girl and I’m sending all kinds of beautiful vibes your way ❤️
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Nikki
12/28/2017 10:01:10 pm
Huntie...keep making it did what it do. I remember you telling me about your parentals when we sat beside each other... Clearly I thought by now, especially after all you did, they would be more gracious, godly, blah blah blah, but yeah whatever with that. Keep being the best wife, mommie, and slayer that you can be. No one can stop your shine, not even dim it. ❤❤
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DanielleSerena
1/4/2018 05:48:22 pm
I just want to thank you for sharing. This is the first blog post of yours I read. I found you IG search for under #springfash opt and loved your style. Then I clicked the link in your bio and arrived here. Sis I laughed so hard at the pics you chose to express each moment and I felt them all. I even sent love to you and your family. I know it's not easy at all but I want you to notice all the miracles that have began to place this month Each growing pain comes with great pleasure in the end even when we can't see it. I always share with my people that just because someone looks like they have everything together doesn't mean they haven't and aren't dealing with life. Keep it moving sis and thanks again for helping make my relax time balanced. Peace Love Light and Blessings to your New Year♡
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lanatria
1/5/2018 11:46:50 am
Thank you so much for this! I am always amazed at how people come across my blog.Girl I have just been walking in the spirit of gratitude since this post.It was so therapeutic for me and the response and positive energy I recived has been overwhelming.Sometimes we might not understand all we go through at the time , but I def am grateful.Thanks for stopping by queen!
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Keyonna
1/12/2018 04:21:51 pm
May God Bless you mama. I love your Humor. AND you are soooo fly.
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Crystal
1/17/2018 03:19:44 pm
I can definitely relate to this entire post! I'm glad the health insurance situation worked out, that absolutely is stressful managing financial, physical, and emotional stress on TOP of being pregnant and sick. Removing toxic parents at this point is probably the biggest blessing you can receive. The funds will come girl. I wish you a safe and happy delivery.
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3/7/2018 04:39:05 am
I am also 5 month pregnant but not able to understand your blog.
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