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So far everything seemed like things were going to smooth down and run normally. That everything would settle and it would be a (fairly) easy ride to graduation. Well, thats what it seemed like. Time slowly crawled. It was a week or so after that disaster of a party, and Annie and I were getting ready for school. I was finishing up my hair and was about to move on to my make up, when Annie called out - "Aisling, can you come zip this up for me?" I sighed and set the curling iron on the counter and unplugged it. "Yeah, yeah." I called back, dumping my makeup out onto the counter. I set the bag down and walked out of the bathroom, across the

February 25th Two months old This marks my girls turning two months old! What a ride it has been! Though they were absolute angels the day we brought them home, they've since found their lungs. When they need us, they sure let us know. A comfortable nights' sleep is but only a memory at the moment. My mother tells me it will get better. When? I don't remember her telling me. I do know they will become independent, beautiful little princesses. I'll be sure of that. But apparently, I'm a horrible mother who bitches all the time. I've been a mother barely two months and already I'm horrible... This is coming from a creeper who thinks forcin

Wallflower. I was the very definition of it. Painfully shy, angoriphobic, and in possession of a loathing of the majority of humanity. Not to mention socially awkward as well.  So that's why, despite letting Annie dress me up and drag me to this stupid party, I leaned against the wall of the spacious living room, party cup in hand, observing the lower primates. It was typical amatuer hour. Pimply teens and twenty-somethings chugging beer and shots, blaring obnoxious hip-hop and grinding on each other like tomorrow would never come. The mass of people in the center of the living room had been slowly growing for the last half hour. I

By the second week of school, Annie and were pretty much settled. We'd established a routine, and were thankfully spared a lot of cliches. No bitchy queen bee (in fact, she was quite nice) out to get us and no unattractive nerd (though I personally saw nothing wrong with being super intelligent) slobbering after us. No boy wonder who had no clue we existed. In fact, said boy wonder and I had become French class buddies. Which, because of his manslut reputation, made a lot of the guys avoid me and most of the girls (excluding Annie) hate me. Not that I ever really got along with people very well anyway. But, no wonder he had earned this repu

My heart almost skipped a beat when the cold Autumn breeze hit my cheeks. It was Saturday morning, just before dawn, and it was beautiful. I was the only one awake. The house was silent. Though the quiet house was nice, I had something else in mind. I'd dressed an grabbed my art supplies, and was standing on the porch, ready to go out. Where could I sit – ah! My Wrangler was parked out on the curb. Perfect. I wandered down my walkway and to my car. I climbed onto the hood of my Jeep and turned to face my house. Once I was settled, I opened my sketchbook to a blank page and began to draw. And the moment my pencil hit my paper, I fel

My mother had always said that down was a new beginning. No matter what had happened the night before, everything started fresh when dawn broke the black of night. Perhaps this was easy for her to say. When she was hurt, beaten down, broken, she could always lift herself out of the rubble and move on. It was no so easy for me. The past always found a way to catch up with me. Despite my best efforts to leave it behind, it was always right there, lurking. Waiting to tap me on the shoulder, to tell me what I was, and what I always would be. But as the cool, early morning breeze hit my face that September morning, Something felt different.  I f

If it's something everyone needs, it's a new beginning. A chance to start fresh, to start anew. A clean slate, a chance to reinvent themselves for the better. And in order for some of us to do that, we must physically leave our past. Which is exactly what I, Aisling Ford, my cousin, and my mother were doing.  Or at least, that was the attitude I was trying to take. Mom had to relocate for her new job, and we had to go with her. It was certainly sad watching the Northern Minnesota landscape fade away behind us and then change to the unfamiliar landscapes of the states to the west. Minnesota was all I had ever known. All Annie had ever kno

December 11th 8 months, 2 weeks pregnant I feel enormous. Dear sweet Lady Issde on high, I am so impatient for my due date it isn't funny. I want these kids out of me! Two weeks. Two damn weeks. I am going to go nuts. I can't move, I've eaten every gross thing my body can stand, I look like someone stuffed a beach ball under my shirt, and I- I sound super whiney… But still! Its been nearly nine (long) months. I want my babies OUT. I want to be able to hold my precious little girls and rock them and sing to them and and- LOVE them! I want to be able to properly hug and cuddle with Scott again. Its impossible to wait, it seems…

September 8th 5 Months, 4 days pregnant We found out the genders of our babies today! We are having precious little girls! And we already have names picked out for them as well… Eliana and Arianne, after my mother, and his mother respectively. Still haven't decided on middle names, but we still have a little time to think about it! Through observation and a little reading, I have discovered that typically, when it comes to pregnancies and having children, the man typically wants a boy, and the woman typically wants a girl. I can see why, in some cases. The man wants to do Father-and-Son things, while the mother wants to do Mother-and-

August 19th 17 weeks, 5 days pregnant I felt them move for the first time tonight. It was about two, maybe three in the morning. They practically lept in my womb. Almost fell out of bed! I wanted to wake Scott to tell him, but was worried they might stop when he went to touch my stomach. I've heard of that happening, of the mother being able to feel them move but others not being able to. So I let him sleep. I waited until the next day, or later that day rather. He was able to feel them move then! Like I told him, the feeling of them moving within me made it feel. . . Realer than real. I knew it was real when I began to show but this sort