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Loving a working man♡

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So I felt baby Eric kick for the first time the other day, Tuesday to be exact. Since then, I've felt him kick 2 separate times, each time only one small kick. It's like he's just saying, “Hey, I'm here!” and then going back to sleep. Every time he kicks, it takes a few moments to actually realize that he just kicked. It feels like a bubble in my tummy just popped. That's what it feels like. And I'm like, oh, just a gas bubble or something. Then I'm like wait!!! But when I reach down to feel him kick, he’s stopped. Like he's just checking in to say, “don't forget about me! Okay, goodnight!”

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Love is a choice. It's about persistence. You have to choose your partner every day.

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I always thought I would meet my husband/father of my children in college. I thought we would become friends in year one, start dating in year two, get together in year three, graduate together, and get engaged right after college. But that didn’t happen. I dropped out of college after the first semester. So my plan changed. After I dropped out of college, I started training to be an MMA fighter. I had been training for about 3 months when we started looking for my first fight, and by the time we got one scheduled, I had been training for 6 months. I planned to fight for about 2 years before I tried to go pro. But that didn’t happen. I got offered a pro contract from KOTC (one of the biggest fight promotions in the country) a little after a year into my career. So my plan changed. I signed the contract and went pro almost a year ahead of schedule. Why not? I planned to make a career of it anyway. I went to my first pro fight, fought like it was still the ammies, and won. I made a grand off that fight, not counting sponsorship money. I had a second pro fight, that one I looked SO good in. I lost that fight, because of a small easily fixable mistake. I was starting to put it all together. I was preparing to fight in New York for my 3rd pro fight. I was at weighins, had passed all my medicals, and filed all my paperwork. I was preparing my mind to fight the next night. But that didn't happen. See, female fighters have to take a pregnancy test before every fight. And I failed. So my plan changed. My dad always told me, you have to do something exciting to be happy. And then, the other day, while I was up before work getting mine and Doomy's clothes and lunches ready for the day, I finally realized… Damn. This is kind of exciting to me. I was always made to think I wanted to do something amazing to be happy. But now, I'm working a good job 40 hours a week, waking up to a man I love every morning, and am currently 5 months pregnant with the baby of my amazing, wonderful best friend. This is the absolute happiest I have ever been. No doubt. Where we all fuck up in life, is clinging so tightly to that image in our heads of how life is supposed to be. But things happen. Plans change. My plan changed a little less than 5 months ago. I never planned to have children. My father, my coach, the people that have been molding me to fight were devastated. And I'm steady trying to understand how I got so lucky. Don't stress when your plans get interrupted. Life happens.