I spent so many years of my early teenage years blogging,
wishing - hoping - begging for something exciting to happen.
I finally got my wish, and what do I do?!
I stop blogging, like an idiot.
My entire pregnancy, almost done.
Only thirty days left to go.
And who has a record of it? Not this girl.
The new year has come and gone,
When the hell did it become 2012?
I feel like people talked about this year when I was a kid,
And it seemed like one of those times that wouldn't ever actually happen.
I feel old, having moved out, being pregnant, etc..
But when I really think about it,
I still feel like such a child. Weak. Vulnerable. Scared.
I don't want to sit and pour my heart out right now.
I just don't want to forget about this.
Not yet, anyways.