hard headed just like me.

This isn't going to be a long post, but I thought I would update everyone a little on what is going on.

Audrey is being very, very head strong. Literally. She wants out. She isn't taking no for an answer. I have currently been in labor for 21+ hours. Haven't eaten since that time or drank anything. So you can probably imagine how I am feeling right now. Let's not forget I cannot get out of my bed. I haven't brushed my teeth, took a shower, gone pee on my own in so long. I feel horrible about that. I am used to being able to do whatever I want. Here I am posted up in a bed with the doctors trying to get Aud to stay in. As I write this I am going through contractions I didn't think were possible. No epidural for me so far. I've been stuck with 8+ needles. I never have cried about a needle hurting but getting four veins busted in one arm isn't the most incredible feeling. There is so much more I could say, but it's time for more rest. I'll try to update everything later on whenever I'm feeling better...if that's even possible.

That's not a xylophone, that's my ribs.

Hello world, I'm back!

I'm not sure how much I will be able to do this once Audrey is born. For now I am going to try to do it at least once a day. No promises though.

I am currently 33 weeks pregnant with my first child. Her name is Audrey Marie. She has become my world and she isn't even here yet. Thursday I lost my mucus plug. I was pretty frightened by the situation. Butttt I held my head up and just looked at the situation as "God has a reason for everything." Or at least that's what I'd like to think. When Friday rolled around and the braxton hicks started it was very alarming. I went on with my usual routine. It was Friday time to go see Eric! My plans were quickly changed. I started hurting more and my contractions seemed like they weren't getting any better. So I called my mom, we decided that it was time to go to the hospital. We went to UAMS expecting nothing but them to send me home. Not this time. They checked me and I was 2 cm dilated. WHAT? How could I be dilated this much? I guess being a first time mom I didn't really know what to expect of labor. You always hear the horror stories, nothing about the beginning stages of my labor was bad. When the doctor informed me that they were going to give me a pain medicine that should stop my contractions. Which by this point were 4 minutes apart. After giving me the medicine. Which made me completely silly. Yes, I chased my IV pole to the bathroom. It beat me, but oh well. They were still monitoring my contractions. The medicine didn't change anything. I really thought I was going to be a mom. 7 weeks too early. That is when I started silently freaking out. After the doctor told me they were keeping me for a total of 4 hours to monitor the baby, me, and my contractions. I felt a little better. Around 3:30 a.m. they came in and told me that my contractions were still going. But that I was not dilating more. We finally got to go home! Yay! I am currently on bed rest. Which isn't that bad. Just means that I am stuck at the house with my three fury children and my mom. It's been very interesting. Every one has been so great too. Coming to visit and bring me things to do. I am beyond blessed to have such supportive people in my life. I really don't know what I would do without them.

Now we are awaiting the arrival of little Miss Audrey. When she will come no one knows. She has a mind of her own. She will do whatever she wants. There isn't much more I can do except rest and take it easy. I've become a pro at that. I am beyond ready to meet her and finally put a face to the little monster that is kicking me so hard.(:

not so stereo typical.

"If perfect is what you're searching for, just stay the same"

Through out this week a lot has occured. High school is so overdramatic. I do not understand. It's like people find joy in hurting others. Is that really the way the world works? I have the greatest outlook on life for my senior year. I cannot imagine someone destroying it. I'm not letting anything get the best of me. I think everyone should do this.
Just stop caring what others think of them. Can you imagine how great that would be? Not being judged. Ahh. Just the thought puts the biggest smile on my face. It seems like the deeper things become the more friends I lose. I've gained friends back too, though. Friends I thought I had lost forever. It's been a very confusing year.

There are a lot of other things on my mind too. Are they appropriate for this? I'm not sure they are at this time. But someday they will. Someday I'll tell you about what's going on in this little head of mine. I'm not sure I am personally ready to let go of these thoughts just yet.

I'm sort of blank today.

Here we go again...

"Jesus loves me, devil child."
-CocoRosie.

Today was my first day back from being sick. If there was someway I could cure mono for good I surely would. Yes, that just happened. Any how school was lovely. Everyone was very understanding. Almost like they felt bad for me. I wasn't looking for a pitty party, nor was I looking for a rough day. In the end my day weighed out to be beautiful. Also it was pay day. Who could complain whenever you get paid. Unless you are an adult and have to pay for your bills and so forth. Personally I have no bills. Which is quite nice.

The only complaint I had with my day was the fact that I was given my grades. Which I understand they cannot give me credit for work I have yet to turn in. My question is how can they not give me credit and give me a horrible, failing grade? Stupid education system. On a more serious note-- the school should have never marked the assignment against me or for that matter turned in my grades. I am questioning my school. Honestly they say they want the best for us. Well, whenever someone is stuck at home on bed rest with a doctors note-- there is something wrong with them giving me failing grades! Just saying.

For give me. I love to rant. Especially about Mayflower High School.

College, how I long to meet you...

VOTE

"I WANT YOU"

-Uncle Sam.

So, today I registered to vote. Being of age scares me. That means a lot. Adult decisions, adult prices, adult consequences. I thought to myself am I really ready for this? I suppose I can't back down now. I have been telling people for years now I am an adult. Maybe the words didn't make much since to me, because now I regret saying them. It's almost like young love when the children tell each other they love one another. I felt that immature whenever I thought about my recent statements. Now I understand why my mom reacted the way she did whenever I stated "I am an adult". I never realized how much came with those words. Maybe what I am getting at is people need to think before they speak. Those simple words are actually more powerful than I, myself, thought they were. I really wish I could go back and stop living life thinking I was so grown-up. Whenever all I have ever been is a child. Today I thank the government for putting me back in reality. That even when I thought I was so HIGH and MIGHTY. I, Halle, never really was.

coffee and cigarettes.

"Put me on a plane and fly to anywhere -- with you"

Senior year, woo. It's nothing like I had planned. I honestly was expecting more. More being get togethers and so forth. I've never understood that. The whole, "We are a close class." bullcrap. It throws me off. We are considerably close but nothing like everyone says. I could rant for days.

But let me introduce myself- I am Halle Donn. The reasoning behind this blog is write down my journey's throughout my senior year and college life. I enjoy a considerable ammount of activities. Some include photography, hiking, painting, and multiple others. I have a weird sense of humor. I like probably too many things. That may sound strange, but that's what you'll get with me. STRANGE. It should be my middle name. I've never been one to follow the trends. I am OCD. My favorite color is green, but I own nothing green. I believe in God. I own 10 pairs of vans slip on shoes -- but you will not catch me skateboarding. Oops, I broke a stereo type. I collect buttons, old license plates, old photos, and old paintings.<3 I like my things to have a story behind them.

I hike, a lot. Being in shape has always been a obsession. It's nice though because while hiking I can always take photos and later on paint what I have captured. I'm not the greatest artist. It's just something that calms me. I'll post some of my work--later.

I hope you enjoy my journey through my senior year and throughout college with me.(: