"They say cigarettes can kill you. - Is that a promise?"

dress: thrift
flipflops:levi's
watch: roxy
i'm almost on my 4th month and on my 14th week of pregnancy. i'm throwing up every now and then and becomes depressed over nausea and all the crazy changes that's going on in my life.. i've swapped clothes with shobe and is excited and really waiting for my tummy to really bulge. although, there are several things i'm not sure of marriage and staying married. life's not perfect baya. but, i know i am somebody who is loved. this should be the only thing that should matter. i'm going berserk when it comes to thinking about getting the marriage requirements and going through the actually civil "wedding" rites. and j and i are not even over with tiles and sinks and carpeting. :( we're getting there i hope. and i hope we buy a mini van w/in the year. and with all hopes, i am wishing the baby the pink of health, that even if life is imperfect, it'll come out perfect. i promise it that it will not get circumcised or have its ears pierced without its consent. ^*^

i wish i can blog more often. but, twitter gets in the way of things. i'm such a dork, i would back up my tweets thru blogger.


btw, i love these melissa brogues. and their vivienne westwood mary janes. ♥

first, normal life is for the living. everything else(like the before things) seems secondary and in a different world now.