word.
mi amor.
i’m finally done with my first trimester. twelve weeks,done.
these past twelve weeks have been so hard for me.
but then again, those around me have been affected as well.
i don’t know how i could survive my pregnancy without some.
adry, for putting up with my constant text about being upset.
leonard, eating by my side and gaining more weight than i :’)
marffa, being there for my complaints about getting fat/ugly.
samantha, for exchanging pregnancy pros and cons with me.
‘meisha, for eating by my side no matter what. #foodbestfriend.
no matter what,the support from everyone else is so helpful.
i get these ugly mood swings and tantrums, but my boyfriend is
so understanding and just gives in. he gets me whatever it may
be the i feel like eating. and never really complains.
he’s going to be an amazing father, i just know it. i love him(:
#teambabyhuerta.
The Rugrats Theory The Rugrats really were a figment of Angelica’s Imagination.
Chucky died a long time ago along with this mother, that’s why Chaz is a nervous wreck all the time.
Tommy was a stillborn, that’s why Stu is constantly in the basement making toys for the son who never had a chance…
(Source: forum.ebaumnation.com)
(Source: niknak79)
(Source: vickki)
anymore. who you are has no significance to me,
if all you have to say is negative towards my family,
my friends, or my boyfriend and the fact that i’m
expecting. i don’t have time for bullshit.
i’m tired of even putting some concern into what
you or someone else may say or think.
i’m happier now than i’ve ever been.
mostly because of my boyfriend and all he does and
is doing for me. he’s everything to me.
i know i’m an asshole and a brat sometimes,but
i love him(:
