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Amara Kiauna Blagrove
Due Date: May 2nd, 2013
♀</description><title>Another Generation</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @samulla)</generator><link>http://samulla.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"Never give up in a dream just because if the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass..."</title><description>“Never give up in a dream just because if the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass anyway.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Earl Nightingale&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://samulla.tumblr.com/post/50991453038</link><guid>http://samulla.tumblr.com/post/50991453038</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 10:55:27 -0400</pubDate><category>earl nightingale</category><category>motivation</category><category>inspiration</category><category>life</category><category>goals</category><category>dreams</category></item><item><title>This baby girl can sleep anywhere. Not to mention there are so...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/84ccd66ed4b57552ef1864def04b24bb/tumblr_mn58rjXCBb1rnfn7so1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;This baby girl can sleep anywhere. Not to mention there are so many positions she gets herself into that I just didn’t know we’re possible…and he seems comfortable!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;That’s my baby girl tho. She’s the most perfect thing to ever happen to me! I love you Amarah Kiauna!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://samulla.tumblr.com/post/50980843003</link><guid>http://samulla.tumblr.com/post/50980843003</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 06:21:19 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>She's Almost Here</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I want her out! Now!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve written so much and deleted it all. I keep wanting to write about my baby, but words just don&amp;#8217;t want to come out right. I&amp;#8217;m so excited; we&amp;#8217;re so close to having her in our arms and looking at our faces. But then I remember that in order to get her here I have to go through pain&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m so scared. I cry almost every night. I don&amp;#8217;t know what to expect because I&amp;#8217;ve never been around anyone who was pregnant and never held a baby for more than 5 minutes - and it was asleep. I know I&amp;#8217;m going to have support. It&amp;#8217;s not after the birth that I&amp;#8217;m worried about. I&amp;#8217;m worried about the pain, the epidermal (if I decide to get it), the episiotomy I may have to get, the feeling of not being pregnant anymore, the emotions that are going to overwhelm me&amp;#8230;EVERYTHING!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I tried watching A Baby Story on TLC&amp;#8230;such a bad idea. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The closer May 2nd gets, the more scared I get. My eyes are getting watery just typing about it.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://samulla.tumblr.com/post/46916352351</link><guid>http://samulla.tumblr.com/post/46916352351</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2013 01:14:07 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/66bf87393abc83ffb3bb80a698c5137e/tumblr_mkm38ljCeO1rnfn7so1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://samulla.tumblr.com/post/46915539453</link><guid>http://samulla.tumblr.com/post/46915539453</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2013 01:00:21 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Finding Out I Was Pregnant</title><description>&lt;p&gt;August 8, 2012.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Positive.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2-3 Weeks Pregnant. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was devastated. At first I was in shock and then I didn’t want to move. I just cried and cried and cried. I stood in the shower holding my boyfriend for what seemed hours.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We had talked about children, but we agreed to wait until I was done school and working for a year before we tried. Planned pregnancy was not in our cards. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A couple weeks later I did not feel sad, stressed, scared or mad at myself. I was ecstatic. I wanted this child more than anything now. I wanted to be ‘Mom’ just as my mom had been to me; the person to run to when a scraped knee or bruised elbow seemed like the end of the world until that angel kissed them better. I wanted to be that angel to my child. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now 4 weeks away from my Baby’s arrival and I’m blessed to say that I’m not the angel; it’s my baby that is the angel. I don’t even know if I’m going to want to share her with Dwayne ;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://samulla.tumblr.com/post/46789473315</link><guid>http://samulla.tumblr.com/post/46789473315</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Mar 2013 17:25:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>What's A Little Girl?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;She&amp;#8217;s a bundle of sweetness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;brightness and fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;The beauty of springtime, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the warmth of the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;She&amp;#8217;s innocence covered with mud, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sand, and soot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;She&amp;#8217;s Motherhood dragging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;a doll by the foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;She&amp;#8217;s a composite picture of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;giggles, and tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Of tantrums, excitement, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;amusement, and fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;A bundle of mischief, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and often a tease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;A creature of moods &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;not easy to please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who&amp;#8217;ll capture your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;with her pixie-like grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Or chatter and beg till your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;patience wears thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;But obedient, naughty, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mischievous or coy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;She&amp;#8217;s Mom&amp;#8217;s little darling and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dad&amp;#8217;s pride and joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://samulla.tumblr.com/post/46789080902</link><guid>http://samulla.tumblr.com/post/46789080902</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Mar 2013 17:20:00 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
