Because I said so

Oh how I love my father. I went to Chicago last week to visit my family and my cousin Jimmie began to remisinsce about how much of a Daddies girl I was. Everyone says (and I definitely remember) that when it would be time for my mother to pick me up I would show my tail in the middle of the street. Well on this occasion cousin Jimmie spoke of a time when my mother was showing out in the streets so my Daddy muffed her, she fell to the sidewalk crying, he picked me up and we walked away. Now we would think a normal child would cry for their mother especially since she's laying on the sidewalk, but my cousin said I just yelled "Bye Mommy," waved and left happily with my father. These days are not much different. Although I love my mother dearly, I would rather live in Atlanta, right under my father, than back in Chicago near my mother. It's just something about him that lifts my spirits like no one else can. As many times as he has fell asleep on me during our father dau

It's hard to enjoy the pain of pregnancy when you're stuck with a cold. A cold that has lasted for a month and has traveled from the temple to the nostril to the throat to the teeth and back to the nostril. I finally told all of my girlfriends and a few of my homeboys. My family says that my immune system is weak because of the pregnancy so this cold is sticking around. Pregnancy: It's pretty exciting but I can't even celebrate because I'm sick. Cough. Cough. Sneeze.