Going to the club when you are pregnant is absolutely no fun. You can't drink, the music aggravates you and the baby, and people stare at you. I hate when people stare at me. I feel as if they are judging me and guess what they are. Now I know being with Seth causes lots of stares and unwanted attention, but being with Seth pregnant in a club brings so much more.Do you think the extra attention bothers him? Do you think he even notices? That answer is a giant no, not until you point it out cause you are uncomfortable and he acts like it's just everyday life, and I guess for him it is.So here I sit at a table beside Seth who is clearly on another level contemplating ways to make him take me back to the hotel. The whole atmosphere just wasn't what I was feeling. I had tried to stay home but Seth put on his sad face and I found myself agreeing like an idiot. Why couldn't he have taken me out to eat, these boneless BBQ wings were good but not what the baby was craving. I h

My flight home had been miserable. I was tired and cranky, my flight had been delayed due to bad weather, and Seth and I had said our goodbyes in anger. Every time I felt better about our relationship something always came along to fuck it up. Was it a sign that we just weren't meant to be?Seth hadn't come back to the hotel till almost 5 am. I had never truly gone into a deep sleep so I heard him when he came into the room. I laid still listening for any signs of his movements or where he was. When the shower came on I grabbed my phone checking the time. I don't know exactly what made me do it but I got on Twitter and searched for Candace.It didn't take me long to find her. I felt my stomach drop and her last tweet, "when he has to leave your bed." It was short and there was no reason for me to think she was talking about Seth but I did. Pulling up Instagram I searched for her again, it was harder to find her but I did, she had the same damn thing posted there but wi

At 30 weeks pregnant, I was already over the whole pregnancy thing. My belly was huge and it was hard for me to even get up out of bed anymore. I didn't know if I could go another 10 weeks. I was tired of the "are you sure there is only one baby in there jokes." I was tired of people thinking my stomach was an open invitation to feel for the baby. I was turning out to be grouchy as hell in my last trimesterAlthough nothing had been said I had a feeling the "dinner" Seth was wanting to take me on tonight was actually going to turn into a baby shower. I don't know how I knew but I just did, he had been asking too many questions about things I knew damn well he didn't care about.It wasn't that I didn't want a baby shower, I just didn't want one today. I didn't want to get up, I didn't want to get dressed, I just wanted to lay in bed and sleep. I felt like we had just had the gender reveal and that had turned out to be a huge mess. Brooke and I had cleared the air but things

December was moving way too fast for my liking. I stood in front of a massive Christmas tree that hadn't been there the day before frowning. I wasn't ready for Christmas, I had no idea what to buy Seth. I mean it's not like he didn't already have every possible thing he could ever want. I had given his assistant a list of things to buy for my family and friends and now I wished that I would have just gone and bought it myself. It took the fun away from Christmas.I understood why Seth didn't want me walking around shopping though, I was huge pregnant and didn't have that much longer to go. Turning the corner to the kitchen I grabbed a cup of coffee and returned to stand back in front of the tree. It was pretty, just not my style, not that I would have told Seth that. I had no idea how I could have managed to sleep through the house being decorated. It was only 9:30 which was early as hell for me to be up. I preferred to sleep till 10:30 or 11.Walking down the hall I w