If you would also like to help Ronald McDonald House Charities complete their new project in Pensacola, you can make donations of time and money via their website at www.rmhpensacola.org/supportrmh.html or call (850)-477-CARE.

Opened in 1984, over 16,000 adults and children have found refuge in the Pensacola Ronald McDonald “Home”. Originally only 6 bedrooms, the House has been through 2 expansions to 9 bedrooms and a capital campaign is currently under way to build a 26-bedroom House so that no family has to be turned away. The $5 million dollar campaign will allow Ronald McDonald House to build the 20,500 sf home in Pensacola near our largest hospitals. The new House will offer expanded services to 26 families and will give us the capability to serve 551 more families a year.

Please support this important cause. Visit www.rmhpensacola.org/supportrmh.html or call (850)-477-CARE.

With all that I have left to do, I’m going to sign off from this blog for now.  Be sure to check back with me after Sophia arrives.  I can’t wait!

That’s what was constantly on my mind as I sat in my house surrounded by baby shower gifts last night. I figured friends would buy just one or two things each but apparently girls are fun to shop for! Sophia’s already spoiled and she’s not even here yet. I’m blessed to have such amazing people in my life and happy to see them all under the same roof yesterday at the beautiful baby shower.

One of the comments that has really bothered me is having been repeatedly called a “golddigger.”  I can’t tell you how far from a golddigger I am. I wish there was a reporter finding out how I’ve never dated a rich man in my life. I’ve always wondered how girl friends of mine could even ask their boyfriends to buy them clothes. Anytime I have been out on a date I’ve always offered to pay at least a portion or leave a tip. I never in my life would have planned a pregnancy for money!

When I found out I was pregnant I was scared like any other single female would be. I didn’t jump for joy because I “hit the jack pot”, I cried my eyes out and started adjusting my future plans in my head. My goals and aspirations were completely different the second I saw the E.P.T. results. Not once did I ever think about the money side of things. I thought about how I was going to be an amazing mother & that without a doubt is all that matters.

“Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I’m not perfect and I don’t live to be. But, before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean.” – Bob Marley

I didn’t choose to publish the story of my pregnancy.  I didn’t choose to publish pictures of myself.  Everything that you have seen and or read has come from someone other than me – people who think that they know me or who have something to gain by publicizing my life.  I’d like to just ignore it all, but I can’t.

It’s been a week I’ll never forget. Every night before I fall asleep I hope that I wake up & none of this is happening. My life feels like a complete nightmare. Being pregnant is emotional enough and all I want is to enjoy the last two months of my pregnancy but it’s really difficult when people are bashing my name and misrepresenting who I really am.

Since I can’t put the genie back in the bottle, I’ve decided to share who I really am with you.  Maybe you don’t’ care.  Maybe its more fun just to bash someone. I cant stop the hurtful and negative things being said, but I can let you know the truth about me, a 24 year old single mother to be, my hopes and dreams for myself and my baby, and the experience of my last two months of pregnancy.  So, if you are so interested in the story of this “ordinary” woman having a “celebrity’s” child, then read on.