The one thing I haven’t talked about on here yet is the one reason why I started writing.

Let me let you in on a little secret. I had a blog 2 years ago. My first blog. I found out I was pregnant and have never been so happy. Every second of every day was filled with pure joy. We weren’t planning it, but it was as if we had been waiting our entire lives for that one moment. The moment when one little symbol made my heart explode.

I started a blog about my pregnancy because I…

I’m doing my best.

It’s not good enough.

I’m doing my freaking best.

Still.

This is the conversation I was having at 2 am. But really, it’s just not good enough. I hate being this girl. The girl that has to tell the guy that he’s not doing it right. The girl that has to bitch and moan to get the guy to notice her. The girl that has to practically beg the guy to notice her. This is my life.

This is such a far cry from my life at 18. I had…

Ok don’t run and hide. Or exit your browser. I’m about to say something that might make you cringe – and something I will never tell my kids.  Being a hooker was sort of… fun. Has anyone ever seen that British series? About the high class escort? That’s me. Was me. There’s a lot of stereotyping that comes with the word “hooker” and believe me, I’m the first to let you know if you’ve used it wrong. When I log onto Perezhilton.com and see him calling one of the New Jersey Housewives’ a…

Lately I’ve had this feeling that I can’t shake. It sits right below my ribs, right above my stomach, quietly enough that I don’t hear it, but loudly enough so I won’t forget. Sometimes, no matter how deep we shove the uncomfortable feeling, it remains. Honesty just isn’t one of my strong suits. Usually, it’s because I think I’m being honest when in fact, I’m so far from honest I wouldn’t know it if it hit me in the face.

Because I don’t like to talk, the most common thing that comes…