I know it’s been a long time, but I’m still around. Since my last post on August 7th I’ve moved into a beautiful little house with Teacher, started a new job, made lots of new friends, and have decided I want to have a baby. Yep. You heard me right. I, Preacher’s Daughter, want a little bundle of piss & shit. To be more specific, I’m hoping for a little girl I can cover in Hello Kitty from head to tiny little toes. If it’s a boy though, I promised Teacher that I wouldn’t make him wear Hello Kitty stuff. Maybe Dear Daniel, or Keroppi, or Badtz Maru, but not Hello Kitty. I swear.
Now, I know I’ve told you many times that I couldn’t have one, and I thought that was the truth. Fortunately, I was wrong, probably. I won’t know for sure until January 2nd, but from what my doctor told me last week, it’s highly possible that I will be able to pop one out with the help some hormone-boosting medicine. Honestly, I’m still in a state of shock over it all.
I never planned on having one. In fact, I had resigned myself to being content just being an aunt and a big sister. This relationship thing that I have with Teacher has changed everything though. I find myself wanting to settle down, for real this time, and have a long happy life, a real job again, and a family.
Speaking of my relationship with Teacher…it couldn’t be better. This guy is the real deal. Hell, he has even bought me jewelry and a Soda Stream. What more could I ask for? Actually, he’s done a lot more than that. He’s been there for me in every way possible. He’s caring, supportive, kind, creative, talented, and loving. It’s kind of weird being with someone so great. I’ve been with so many assholes, dumbasses, and crazies, that it’s hard to grasp the concept of being in a healthy wonderful relationship. I’m holding on for dear life though. 🙂
One thing that has happened over the past few weeks is that I’ve pretty much stopped drinking alcohol completely. It’s not that I was planning to or wanting to, I just lost the taste for it. Weird, I know. No more drinking tequila until I dance on the tables? What the hell? I guess it was just time to give it up. Next to go will be the cigarettes. Ouch. That one’s gonna really hurt.
So much has happened in the past four months that I couldn’t possible put it all in one post, so I guess I’ll just have to catch you up as we go along. If I am a bad girl again and don’t post until after my appointment on January 2nd, please say a little prayer for me and my future little redhead Mozart. 🙂
Oh, and Merry Christmas!
Happy humping! (Let’s make a baby y’all!)