27.3 weeks.

 So, I am 27 weeks and 3 days now.Time for trimester three. I have to say I feel a bit like a champ for coming as far as I have. It has been a pretty easy ride for me, though. Never got the morning sickness, didn't have to deal with any high risk stuff, I've had a pretty easy and normal pregnancy, with the regular little ups and downs. The hormones aren't so much fun, whenever I watch "A Baby Story" on TLC I find myself just about balling my eyes out. And anything someone does that bothers me in the slightest - no matter where I am - I am ready  to bring in a storm, I have no second thoughts on chewing people out for things I think are ridiculous and/or wrong. I could be a little happier if I wasn't so achy all the time. My back kills, my feet always end up hurting by the end of the day and both my feet and ankles end up slightly swollen, and my calves even get achy after spending too much time on my feet. But, it's all made up for when I feel those squirms and bumps from my little boy. Even when he is kicking me in my ribs, punching me in my hips, or pushing on my ribs with his feet jamming his head into my bladder. Even those ones that kind of hurt or make me need to rush to the bathroom, I just can't help but smile. Just the knowledge that he's alive and well is all I need. He is all I need. In just about three short months I will finally get to meet this little guy who is already my whole world and the one thing that never, ever leaves my mind. I will finally be able to hold him in my arms, without skin and uterus wall and amniotic fluid, in the way. And I will finally be able to tell him, face to face and not through the sea inside of me surrounding him, how much I truly love him. The purest, most incredible love I have ever felt for anyone or anything in existence. So, even though I'm ready to go insane stressing about all of the things I have to get done in these last three months he has to house inside me, I have the greatest thing in the world to look forward to. The week, day, hour, and very seconds when I finally, FINALLY get to meet my son. Without a doubt that will be the number one greatest day of my life thus far.

26 weeks, 5 days - and counting.

My name is Stephanie, and I am eighteen years old.

I am currently working on growing my first child. He's a boy, his name will be Nyjah Isaiah, and I can't wait for his arrival! My son is the best, most amazing thing to ever happen to me. I am filled with love; the most pure, indescribable, incredible love I have ever felt, for this little boy. This little boy I haven't even had the great pleasure of meeting yet.

I am single, but I feel that is unimportant. I was not single when I became pregnant, but the father has chosen not to be involved. But, that is a whole other story.

Despite any and all of the bad things that have happened, I am happier than I have ever been. I have all I need as long as I have my little boy. Which I obviously have as he was just kicking me in my ribs no more than ten minutes ago.

Well, this as my introduction, I will be writing more about my pregnancy and things currently going on in my life later. Most subjects surrounding my pregnancy.

So, ciao. For now.