Pissed as hell

 

It’s almost 3am and here I sit. I have been ordered by the court to take my beautiful baby girl to the lab today and have her tiny little mouth swabbed for a DNA test. I didn’t think it would piss me off. After all I have nothing to hide and I agreed to it.  The only reason I agreed to it was because I saw and heard the horrible things the donor would say about his daughter’s mother. Things about how he didn’t even know if the kid is his and that she was some sort of “slut”. Mind you these things were said in FRONT of his daughter. His claim now is that he had the daughter DNA tested without the consent or knowledge of the mother. THAT IS NOT OK WITH ME!!! What kind of piece of shit does that??!?! Oh wait the kind I reproduced with.

I’m pissed because I’m NOT the kind of person who doesn’t know who her child’s father is. I’m pissed because I was never a cheater. I’m pissed because I feel like some sort of common street trash who sleeps with everyone so they have to test her kid. This is so not me. I’m one of those dorky women who when she loves you that’s it. It’s you and only you. I WISH someone else was Kennady’s father, sadly my wish will never come true. Unless of course I meet a nice man who loves Kennady and I and wants to  marry me and adopt her. I’m too paranoid to even date anyone. My fear is someone will hurt my tiny princess. But I can dream, right?

 

 

Breastfeeding heaven!

I’ve been hearing all my friends talk about how great the mother’s room inside Nordstrom. I finally ventured out to the mall to check it out. First off the women’s lounge is very roomy and comfy/ You walk in and see these big cushy couches. There’s a door leading into the actual restroom through the lounge. On the other side of the lounge is a sign that says “Mother’s room”. I walked and there was a single comfy chair, changing table , sink and vending machine. For $1 you get a diaper , changing pad and wipes. I sat and nursed my tiny person in peace , quiet and luxury. I like that it is not only separate from the actual restroom but separate from the women’s lounge. It’s a mommy room all its own. I LOVE IT!! Thank you Nordstrom for thinking about mommies.

 

Inza

Stackerz dog treats

 

I love Influenster so much than even my dogs are Influenster pups!  They were lucky enough to receive a full size bag of Stackerz treats by Pedigree.  They were gift Filet Mignon and Bacon Flavored treats (sounds good right??!). I have two dogs I could only get a picture of one of them (Stinker) because Peanut grabbed her treat and ran OFF with it. They both laid in the bright beautiful sunlight and enjoyed their treats. I have already purchased another package for them. They were a HUGE hit. If you want to pamper your pooch I say start with a package of Stackerz. BUY NOW!!

If you’d like more information on how to get the great freebies I show on my site please drop me a line or leave a comment.

Inza

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6 month shots

I just realized I forgot to tell you about Kennady’s six month shots. She  took em like a champ. We are on kind of a spread out vaccination schedule. Her doctor just likes to do them that way. They gave her one orally then two shots in her right leg and one shot in her left leg. She didn’t even cry she just looked at me like WHY ARE YOU LETTING THEM DO THIS TO ME?!!?!? After it was all over she just laid her head on my shoulder and went to sleep. She slept a good amount and wasn’t overly cranky when she was awake. We’ve been very blessed , Kennady hasn’t had a bad reaction to any of her shots. I hope I didn’t jinx it. I hope her new doctor and his staff will take as much love and care with her as her current doctor and his staff does.

Inza

Groove Book

I was watching TV the other night and saw something called Groove Book. It’s an app where you can order a book of up to 100 pictures directly from your phone for $2.99 INCLUDING shipping. Being a mom this is perfect for me. I have 1200+ pictures on my phone so I will be ordering a lot more. The other cool thing is you can have books sent directly to friends and family for $2.99 each. As a thank you to my blog readers Groove Book has given me a promotional code for you to use to get your first book FREE! GET YOURS TODAY!!!


Inza

#BikiniReadyLifestyle

 

I received a sample pack of Bikini Ready Energy Gummies ( http://www.bikinireadylifestyle.com/?product=energy-gummies-2 ) in my VitaVoxBox from Influenster. Being a breastfeeding mom I couldn’t actually use them so I gave them to a friend and “interviewed her”.

She started off by saying the sample packet was a bit too small. She would have rather had the fully recommended dose. They gave her a boost of energy like a cup of coffee. There was no “crash feeling” when the gummies wore off.  Taste wise they had a more “medicine” taste rather than a fruity taste. She said it was nothing she couldn’t handle. All in all she said she’s going to buy some. “If two of them made me feel like I drank a cup of coffee I wonder what the full dose will make me feel like.” ~ Emily

So give them a try they may just give you the boost that you need.

Inza

I WAS CHEATED!!!

Before I start I warn you there might be a few naughty words in this post. THAT being said lets get started…

I was told by multiple people while I was pregnant to get Damon to sign the Declaration of Paternity after Kennady was born. I was told that it would help with child support whenever I got around to filing. It would cut out the extra hearings (and money) of having to drag my daughter for a useless DNA test. That the declaration of paternity was pretty set in stone. Well THEY LIED! At least in California. I was informed a couple days ago that the judge will probably order a DNA test due to Kennady being less than 3 years old.

So WAIT A DAMN MINUTE… You’re telling me that I didn’t have to deal with this jack-hole after I gave birth?! This man partly ruined my postpartum hospital experience. This “man” came into my room without knocking or being invited inside. He came in bitching about some woman named Wendy. When I was finally able to get a word in I started to explain WHY I had an emergency c-section. Mind you he hadn’t asked about ANY of that! So I started to explain and he says “Let me stop you”. He then starts telling me about how his ex had the same thing happen with their son who passed away and WHY did I get the good medical care and she didn’t?! As if Kennady and I shouldn’t have gotten the quality care that we did. He just went on and on about it. DUDE you’re telling a woman who was just cut open and has a sick baby in the NICU that she shouldn’t have gotten quality care because your ex didn’t? It upset me. It upset me to no end and I now find out that the sheet of people he signed means nothing?!?!?!  You mean to tell me that I didn’t have to go through that? You mean I didn’t have to embarrass myself by explaining to the NICU staff WHY he wasn’t banded and not there for the delivery just to have him NOT show up for his Sunday visit with my daughter? I sat there on Sunday and told visitors to stay home because he was coming to see Kennady. I spent all day ALONE in my room. You mean I didn’t have to have my best friend upset and literally run OUT of my room because he was being such a jerk? You mean I could have had ONLY positive people around me postpartum? I feel cheated. I feel VERY cheated. The happiest time of my life was made to be hurtful and hellish.  IT’S NOT FAIR! Yes I lived through it and YES I’ll get the hell over it but I still just think it’s not fair. WHY have the papers if they mean nothing? This so called man was so horrible that the nurses called my room asking if I wanted them to call security to make him leave. The birth certificate lady even asked if I wanted her to call security and have him removed.

The moral of the story is if you live in California and have a bad break up that sheet of paper means shit. Actually no that’s a lie the moral of the story is do not let ANYONE ruin any experience for you. They can only ruin it if you let them. I allowed him to ruin my postpartum experience because I thought I “needed” that piece of paper signed. The first time someone offered to call security I should have said yes, even if the paper hadn’t been signed.

 

Inza