Your girl was officially 9 months pregnant and I feel like a cow. A big ass vaca! I lowkey wanted Alejandra to be born on Christmas but the way shit looked she wasn't coming anytime soon.

I was already irritated because I was tired of being pregnant and I missed Baby Alex sooooo much. I ain't really think Xander was going to keep her from me but he really did. I haven't seen my Baby Doll in 4 fucking months.

I've been on maternity leave for the past few weeks, just sitting at home doing nothing with a fat ass face and a fat ass stomach.

I went through my Instagram, scrolled through my photos, and came across a pic of Baby Alex.

She was honestly a mood. I had two framed pictures of her, on Alejandra's side of the room because I wanted them to grow up like sisters, she was so damn gorgeous.

Mean ass little girl. I tried calling Xander, he let it ring then sent me to voicemail. 

Me and Fabo have been hanging out, he's back with his baby mama, figures. She's a spiteful ass bitch, she kisses him all on his face in front of me as if he ain't ate my pussy but it's whatever.

Me and Omari been chillin' too.

I've been stress-free though. I have been growing mentally, physically, and emotionally. Sometimes I think about how good of a dad Mario would've been to his daughter and it makes me sad because my child has to be a stereotype and it shouldn't have to be like that.

My boobs are beyond sore, my back hurts, my feet are swollen, my vagina has a motherfucking pulse, I was ready for her to come the fuck out so I could have another one because for some reason I actually like being pregnant, it's tiring though.

Pregnancies be having you trying shit you'd never think of. I was craving cereal, chocolate, bananas, and a granola bar. Ya girl put all that shit in a bowl and added some milk... I'm a fucking genius. Dead ass.

I have been baby-proofing the house and shit too cause Fabo is getting me a puppy after I have the baby, I wanted a Staffordshire Terrier or an American Bully, but he doesn't like those type of dogs so he said he was getting me a chihuahua. I ain't even complaining cause a puppy is a puppy.

After some serious thought, I concluded that I wanted Alejandra to look like me cause I wouldn't be able to look at my baby every day and see a dead man. That shit is tough.

I stopped overthinking and went to go take a walk in the park, crazy right? A pregnant woman taking a walk in the park on a sunny day, is there anything more cliche than that? I think not.

I went to change, white tank top, black leggings, white and black Nike slides with my toes out. I brushed my hair into a ponytail and walked out. Bumping into my fine ass neighbor who unfortunately had kids. 

I ain't with that 'nigga with kids' drama anymore so I went about my day.

I started my walk around the track and not even 2 minutes later I was tired, so I headed back to the house. 

This being bored shit is aggravating as fuck because I literally have nothing to do, Instagram... done, Facebook... done, Snapchat... done, all social media... done. I've eaten, I've napped, I've done everyfuckingthing possible and I'm still bored as hell.

It's fucking Christmas, I haven't been down to Texas because I'm due any minute now and I'm not trying to give birth or go into labor on a damn plane, that's what I'm not about to do. My parents wanted to come up here but I talked them out of it because when I get frustrated I'm going to want some space and who the fuck I look like walking out my own shit?

This damn baby needs to hurry the fuck up.