It’s crazy the way things happen…

I signed up with a Fitworks membership and I was planning on going to America’s Top Model this year. When I got pregnant with Destin I was planning on signing up for Fitworks and I was in my free trial period. I was also going to pursue my career in modeling before. Now after actually getting the membership and signing the entry form for America’s Next Top Model I find that I’m pregnant again.

What is it? Does God not want me to be a model or workout out a Fitworks and have a nicely toned body?

Will I ever get to have abs and nice firm buns? I remember before I had Elijah I had those, but everytime I try to get it back there’s always something in the way. I wanted to move to Flordia next year, but with a new baby I don’t think that’s going to happen, but how can I stay here in this 2 bedroom apartment with 3 kids, myself and Jeremy? It just isn’t enough room! Maybe I’ll move anyway. Or maybe I’ll wait a year and move.

I’m not going to stop going to Fitworks though. I’m going to keep fit while pregnant. I’ll just walk on the treadmill and lift light weights. Hopefully I’ll be able to get back in shape easier and quicker after the baby is born. This is the last baby I’m having! Maybe I should get my tubes tied…

Nahh…Why don’t Jeremy do it. I’m tired of going to surgery for him. It’s his turn to get cut on hell.

Jeremy kept asking me was I pregnant for the last two weeks. I didn’t think I was, then today I bent over and I was a bit light headed. I then got dizzy and almost fell over Destin while on the phone with my Mom. She asked me was I pregnant and I told her no. All day I felt light-headed. I was going to go to Fitworks today, but I didn’t feel up to it. I was too light-headed to cope with running on the treadmill, so I went to the store and got groceries if that wasn’t bad enough! I started wondering if I was pregnant and picked up a pregnancy test from CVS on the way home. For some reason I already knew the results before even taking the test. So I took the test waited a minute and what do you know: 2 pink lines!

“Jeremy, you’re going to be a Daddy again.” I told him.

I know what day I conceived too because we’ve been trying not to have sex, but we slipped up on the 16th. The day I had my first and last Long Island Ice tea. So that would make me about 4 weeks pregnant, 5 weeks if you count the days of ovulation along with it.

I really hope it’s a girl. I pray it’s a girl. I need someone to relate to. I want to do her hair and dress her in cute clothes. See her off to prom. Help her design her prom dress and do her makeup for her wedding. Teach her to not make the same mistakes I made. You can’t do all that with boys. Well I need to find a name for her. I know it’s a girl. I’m going to find the most beautiful, unique and meaningful name I can find for her. I’m also going to buy this thing I saw in a baby magazine. It’s something that you put in your pants to help them expand so you can continue wearing your pants throughout your pregnancy instead of buying ugly maternity clothes. I’m going to look into that and get one.