Day Two

It's officially day two of my blogging. Insomnia has kicked in, and now I'm awake. It's 2:15 am, and I just got out of the shower.

Camden woke up, and is still up. I'm going to give him another bottle, and see if he goes to bed. I'm exhausted, but can't sleep. I'm watching Disney channel.


So, as the day dragged on, it became interesting to say the least. I went to my WIC appt, got my new checks, and tomorrow, to the welfare office. I really hate the idea of being on State Aid, but until I can get a job, it's what's best.

Camden deserves so much more than what I've given him. I hope I'm doing the right thing by signing the divorce papers. I really hope that he grows up to appreciate all the things I have done for him, even the mistakes that I've made.

Again, I can't wait to start school, get my mind on doing other stuff.

I miss my best friend. We barely get to hang out, but once the 18th comes [her 18th birthday] We'll be able to hang out whenever.

I'll probably write more later, Right now, I have diapers to change, and a son to play with. :]

Day One

Today, life with Camden was pretty great. He wasn't as cranky as he has been. He's been teething a lot. He already has five, and three more are coming through. 


He slept most of the day, and now is down for the night. I hope we don't have a repeat of last night, which was me crying at 6 am, while he cried too, because he wouldn't fall asleep. 


I made an appointment to re-enroll into school. It's not until the 16th, but I can't wait. The one thing I wanted to do was graduate, and even though its almost a year later, I'm stoked. Getting my diploma means I'm that much closer to starting cosmetology school. 


I'm not sure what else to say, other than I'm excited for what tomorrow brings. 

Introduction.

I'm starting the blog, 7 months late. I thought it would be a good idea for me. I can vent, brag, and do anything I need to, to get through the joys and struggles of motherhood.


Background information: My name is Bethany, I am 18 years young, and had my son, Camden, at 17. On March 17, 2010. He was 16 days late, and weighed 7 pounds 6 ounces, and was 20.5 inches long. It was the best day of my life. 


I was recently married, to a person who won't be named. We had a happy two months, and he decided to leave. The process, and thinking, of me being divorced, at only 18, is mind-boggling. It's better in the long run though, for both me, and my son. 


I hope you enjoy reading the posts. Comment, and share experiences. Suggestions are always helpful. <3