Just The Two of Us

Today, I played hooky from work so that I could spend some much needed time with my baby. I realized that for the past two months, I haven't spent quality time with her. You know like teaching her stuff and just playing with her. When I was unemployed, we used to have so much fun together. We would go for walks and play for hours. I miss that. If I could, I would definitely be a stay at home mom. I'm looking forward to our mini vacation to the Bahamas in December. I lucked up on some good prices for tickets on AirTran and thought that it would be a great way for us two gals to get together and just hang out. Mommy and daughter :D. Even though my little Peanut is only one years old and I know that she won't give a damn about this trip, I still wanted her go. I want her see the ocean and play with the little dolphins (I'm going to make arrangements for us to visit Dolphin Adventures) so she can see what mama is always making a fuss about (I love dolphins and would put one in my bathtub if I knew the cheap ass thing would hold up).

I was thinking to myself the other day how content I am with it just being the two of us. I would ask myself if I would be as content with myself if I was alone. I can't honestly say that I would. You see I always knew that I was going to be someone's mother. Even though doctor's told me it would be difficult for me to pregnant due a medical condition that I have, I still wound up getting pregnant. Not to mention that the father said that he couldn't get me pregnant (yeah, I know, I'm gullible). But, I ended up getting pregnant anyway. I always said that I couldn't wait to experience being pregnant, however, this pregnancy left little to be desired. Only my close friends and family members can attest to how sick I was during this pregnancy. I spent most of my time in the bathroom at work instead of in my cubicle, I lost thirty pounds instead of gaining them, was severely dehydrated and not to mention I didn't start showing until I was eight months, so people didn't even believe that I was pregnant. The father wasn't there to support me or the baby. I was depressed but happy nonetheless, because I was finally having the baby that I'd prayed for. When she was born, I didn't even count her fingers and toes, because I knew they were all there, I'd seen them in my dreams. When I first held her all I could do was smile. She was perfect. It's amazing how two imperfect people can produce a perfect little girl. Occasionally, when the sperm donor comes around, he always makes it a point to say, "she looks just like me". Whatever nigga! You don't even pay child support, but you want to lay claim to her looks and shit.

Moving on, I would like to have more children. Whenever, I get my self together and if I'm not married in a few years, I'd like to adopt a child. Probably someone older than my Scooby, so that she could have a big brother or sister. I think that children bring out the best in a person. I know I'm a much better person because of my Pookie! Well, I must go so that I can finish washing and drying my baby's clothes. I'll be back to my regular sarcastic self next time....................