A baby makes love stronger, the days shorter, the nights longer, savings smaller, BUT a home happier. ~ Unknown

Hey followers….I said HEEEEYYYY!!! Okay so I know you haven’t heard from me in awhile, but trust me when I say I have had a lot going on!!  Shortly after we lost our little angel, we found out we were expecting again!! I literally spent the whole year pregnant….and fat….and uncomfortable…and sweaty in my creases (maybe that’s too much information but I know at least four people out there know exactly what I’m speaking of lol) but when I met my little eight pound porky piglet (who the doctor assured me was only 6.5 due to marginal cord insertion) I instantly fell in love!  So now that I’ve sugar coated my last twelve months let me tell you how it’s really been!  First, I was sick the first 15 weeks.  This is coming from someone who loves to eat, someone whose trucker husband secretly calls “hungry eyes”, someone who is an active member in the fattyforlife club lol.  This made me hungry and angry at the same time….hangry!! Then, as my luck would have it, I was diagnosed with my first ever ear infection (in both ears) and sinus infection…who does that to a mommy?!  After finally regaining the ability to eat, she blessed me with heartburn and acid reflux for most of the day.  Zantac and Priolosec were my only friends!!  They were who I talked to on the phone, went to dinner with, and slept with at night! By the time I reached my sixth month of pregnancy, I had developed a cramp in each butt cheek which caused a slight misstep when I walked!! Now that was a sight…especially from the back!!  Let me just tell y’all I was miserable!! By the time seven months rolled around I was planning her early eviction.  Anything I could do to get her out of there at 37 weeks (as the doctors are saying “you’re going to carry full term, you went full term with your other two pregnancies and typically the first one sets the tone).  Trucker Means said “leave her alone, let her live up her time in the baby spa” (in his heavy Baltimore drawl) as I’m looking at him with the stare of death thinking that’s easy for you to say….not to mention, if you have him tell it, he experienced every uncomfortable feeling I did “we were going thru this together”….WHATEVER DUDE…rolls eyes!!  But God is good and answers all prayers! Wouldn’t you know, at 35 weeks the transition began!  It all started with high blood pressure lol Don’t get me wrong, high blood pressure is nothing to play with, I’m merely saying that everything happens for a reason and my blood pressure being just a smidge elevated for 3 appointments in a row, less than days apart, was all part of God’s plan.  I was induced at 37 weeks and 2 days (yassss my eviction plan worked!!) and gave birth to a healthy baby girl, 8 pounds even, 18 and a quarter long…short and fatt!  I thanked God over and over again.  First, she was healthy and we were both alive. Second, don’t y’all know if I had carried that baby full term she would have been 10 pounds all while the doctors and their “tests” are saying she won’t be over 6.5!! God is good all the time and all the time God is GOOD y’all!!! We brought our little piglet into the world before Thanksgiving and mommy was able to enjoy all the turkey day food!!  So without further ado, I would like to introduce to you Korri Renae!!  While this may sound like a rant, she is a joy to have, her brothers (especially the little one) and her sister are in love with her, and I wouldn’t change any of it for fear she wouldn’t be so perfect! She has now made the MEANS’ family complete!!