After finding out I was pregnant, I went straight back to my paintings. Money was running quite low.
I sold the painting, happy to have a little bit more money in my pocket.
The next day, I went out to the store to get some pregnancy books. If I was going to do this 100 times, I might as well know what I am doing.
I walked into the store knowing exactly what I wanted.
And I walked out extremely embarrassed. As I was checking out, my bill ran up to more than I could afford. I was forced to put the book back and walk out empty-handed. I swear I could hear people snickering at my and my poorness as I walked out of the store, my head hanging down.
But I decided my trip was not to be wasted so I introduced myself to some other people hovering around the bookstore.
I introduced to myself to a one guy that was right in front of the entrance but I didn't get his name because then my phone rang interrupting our conversation.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hello Ms.Smores, this is the principle over at The Community School for the Gifted and I was wondering if you could come and teach an art class right now? Our usual art teacher called in sick and word around town is that you have developed quite a skill," replied a female voice sounding quite urgent.
"Sure, I will be right there," I said as I hung up my phone, said goodbye to my new found friend and ran ( more like waddled because of my pregnant stomach ) as fast as I could to the school.
Back home with my newfound art skill, I finished another painting and sold it in record time. Maybe I was getting better at painting after all.
With the money that I had gotten from the painting I had just sold, I bought everything I would need for the new baby.
After furnishing the babies room, I called over my friend JJ in hopes of convincing him to be the next challenge father.
While waiting for him, I finished another painting. I thought this one turned out quite good but I needed the money; I was forced to sell it.
Yet he still wasn't here. I bunch of what if's ran through my head. Each what if getting worse than the previous.
What if he doesn't like you?
What if he doesn't want to be around you?
What if he was ignoring me?
I pushed the thoughts out of my head and called him again and found out he was just down the street.
See? No need to worry. I thought.
He finally arrive and after a quick chat, JJ agreed to be the next challenge father.
I came back inside, and made some salad for myself.
I could barely enjoy it before the baby started to come.
"Oh boy," I whispered as pain shot through my body.
Am I really going to have to do this 100 times?!?
I calmed myself down as much as I could before calling a taxi and going to the hospital.
After three hours of intense labor, I walked out with my first baby, Alani.
And Ramiro walked out with my other beauty, Kalena.
Home with two newborns, I put Alani to bed
and the babysitter put Kalena in her crib.
The babysitter fed my girls, played with them, and kept them busy. She was doing a really good job with the kids.
The next morning, I woke up refreshed because the baby sitter had taken care of my newborns all night long.
I went to check on my girls when I noticed something was missing.
Where did the potty-chair go?
I heard the baby sitter run our of the house, slamming the door behind her.
No, she didn't just steal the potty chair, did she?!!?!
I had barely enough to buy everything!
I calmed myself down and started on a painting to pay for what that SHE-DEVIL had stolen.
But then it was time for the birthdays!
First up Alani