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About Tayla Holman

I am a graduate of Hofstra University, earning my B.A. in print journalism and English. I am a member of the National Association of Black Journalists (NABJ) and the Freelancers Union, as well as a freelance writer for Healthline.com.

On the anniversary of finding out I was pregnant…

*Disclaimer: This post may be TMI, but it’s a fully transparent, somewhat condensed, look at the whirlwind of my “two month pregnancy.”*

A year ago today, I started working at TechTarget. It was also a year ago today I found out I was pregnant with my son. I had been having what I thought were stomach troubles for about a week and after leaving work that afternoon, I decided to go to the emergency room. I explained what had been going on and the doctor asked the standard question of women of childbearing age: “Do you think you might be pregnant?”

I told her no. In 2007, I was diagnosed with polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) and told that I may never have children. I was 18 going on 19 and had recently started dating my now-husband. While babies weren’t on my mind just yet, I knew that I did want a family of my own one day. Initially, aside from the erratic and eventually non-existent menstrual cycles, I didn’t think much of my diagnosis.

It wasn’t until a couple of years later, as my relationship with my husband started getting more serious, that it began to trouble me. He had a daughter from a previous relationship. He wanted more kids eventually. If we were to marry, would he be OK with the fact that it might take us years to conceive, or that it might not happen at all? When we got married in July 2013, we agreed that we’d wait a little while before trying to get pregnant. We wanted to enjoy being husband and wife first.

A couple of months before our first wedding anniversary, I started feeling strange. A little nausea. Some breast pain and swelling. Nothing super serious; I’d had some of these symptoms during my cycles. We joked that I was pregnant, but neither of us actually believed it. Instead of doing the logical thing and taking a pregnancy test, I ignored what I was feeling for awhile. The doctor who told me I had PCOS made the diagnosis sound so definitive that it legitimately never crossed my mind that he could be wrong. And logistically, it didn’t make sense to me. I hadn’t had a cycle in months and figured that no ovulation meant no pregnancy. When no cycle came and the nausea passed, I didn’t think much more of it.

But soon the stomach troubles started. It felt like popcorn popping at first. And then as a few days passed, it got a little stronger. I was worried and knew I had to get checked out.

So after work that first day, I laid in a hospital bed while a doctor poured cold gel on my stomach and ran a probe across my belly. Almost immediately, there he was: my son.

“That’s a baby,” the doctor said. “That’s a big baby, actually.”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. As I began to process what I was looking at, I started to cry. I was pregnant! What I had been feeling wasn’t gas or any other internal issue, it was the baby kicking.

“You didn’t notice that your belly was getting a little distended?” The doctor asked.

“I just thought I was getting fat,” I said. My diet at the time wasn’t the greatest and consisted of a lot of junk food and enough steak to make the most red-blooded American proud. I had also been working from home for about a year and a half, so my lifestyle was pretty sedentary.

The doctor estimated that I was about 16 weeks pregnant. Prenatal and ultrasound appointments were scheduled, prenatal vitamins prescribed. If I was four months pregnant, I had five months to prepare for the baby’s arrival.

So I thought.

I went to my ultrasound appointment about a week later, my husband in tow. I was excited and nervous. I was already so far along. And then the bombshell.

“You’re 27 weeks and 1 day pregnant,” the technician said.

WHAT?!

I’ve been a small girl my whole life. But I could not fathom that not only had I gone through the first two trimesters of my pregnancy without even knowing, but that I looked like the only thing I was gestating was a food baby. Almost seven months pregnant. That gave us a lot less time to prepare than we initially thought. We were given a due date of January 15, 2015.

“Do you want to know the sex?” The technician asked. We said sure. No point in having any more surprises at this point.

“It’s a boy. You can’t see it, but I can see the penis.”

After measuring the baby’s head, the technician said, “I can tell from his head size that he is going to be smart. Of course, it’s not such a big leap from smart to smart ass.”

Coming from a family that is predominately female, I was a bit shocked and a little disappointed. I always imagined my first child would be a daughter. I even had a name picked out. I guess I forgot there was a 50/50 chance it could be a son. But with less than three months to get ready, it was time to start planning. Names, baby shower, where the baby would sleep. I had to tell my job and hope they wouldn’t be upset that I would be going out on maternity leave so soon after starting. My supervisor was surprised, but understanding. We would deal with it as we got closer to my due date.

Again, so I thought.

There was a chance I could go into labor early. My cervix was slightly open, the baby was already head down. I was given betamethasone shots to speed up his lung maturation in case he was early. Everything was happening so quickly. And still, I barely felt pregnant. The only thing that had really changed was my sleeping position and a little back pain. I still walked up the three flights of stairs to get to my cubicle at work and only got a little winded by the time I reached the top. I was in pretty good shape, I thought.

About a month later, I turned 26. My husband and I went to dinner to celebrate. Toward the end of the meal, I went to the bathroom and… uh oh. There was a clear leakage. This couldn’t be happening. We got home and there was more.

“Babe, I think my water broke,” I told my husband.

“I doubt it,” he said. “You just have it stuck in your head that you’re going to be early. Don’t worry so much.”

“No, really. I noticed it at the restaurant, too. It’s not a lot, but I think I should call them and see what to do.”

I called the hospital around 11 pm. I told them I thought my water had broken, but I wasn’t due until January. They asked questions: Was the fluid clear, did it have a smell?

“It sounds like your water did break, but you should come in just to be sure. Go to L&D (labor and delivery unit); we’ll be waiting for you.”

I called my husband at work and told him they wanted me to come in. I took a cab to the hospital and went straight to L&D. The nurses looked at me, asked how far along I was supposed to be, and shook their heads.

“You’re so small,” they said. (This was a recurring theme at every appointment. “You’re so tiny!” or “This blood pressure cuff is too big for you, we might have to get you a large child’s size!” I was well aware I didn’t look seven months pregnant, which especially sucked when I wanted a seat on the T in the morning. Unashamedly, I had taken to opening my coat before I got on the train so that it was more obvious. No way was I standing up from Copley to Riverside.)

A test was run.

“Yup, your water broke. We’re going to have to keep you here until the baby comes.”

Great. I called my husband again and my mother, waking her up at about 3 or 4 in the morning. I emailed my job and let them know I was stuck in the hospital until the baby came. They were supportive — it probably didn’t hurt that I continued to work from the hospital. But it could be anywhere from a couple of hours to a couple of weeks before I delivered. Apparently I’d had a contraction when I first came in, which made them think I would go into labor sooner, but it was only one and I didn’t even feel it.

I spent two weeks in the hospital. I missed Thanksgiving, but my mother brought me food. I had visitors everyday, got friendly with the nurses. Two in particular were especially awesome and kept me from going crazy while I was on bedrest. My vitals were checked every couple of hours, I was woken up in the middle of the night to take medication. There was no sign the baby was coming anytime soon. The decision was made to induce me at 34 weeks if I didn’t go into labor on my own; because my water had broken, there was a risk of infection since there was no amniotic sac protecting the baby, so they didn’t want to keep him in there too long.

I hadn’t gotten to go to any childbirth education classes before I got hospitalized, so they had the childbirth educator come to my room on December 2. She taught me how to breath through my contractions, explained what would happen during the delivery. It ended up being serendipitous timing. A few hours after she left, I felt a contraction. Then another. They were small and not very painful, more like menstrual cramps. I was put on the fetal monitor and the contractions were close enough together that I was transferred back over to L&D. I called my husband and mother again and told them that I was going into labor. My husband was at the hospital less than an hour later at 4 in the morning. My mother and sister arrived around 6. My contractions weren’t too bad and I tried to breath through them using the technique the CE taught me. That helped for awhile. Around 1, the contractions got worse and I wanted an epidural. The doctors had to check to see how far dilated I was; at that point, I was about 5 or 6 cms. Everyone was kicked out of the room and I was given the epidural, which helped immensely.

A couple of hours later, the epidural started to wear off and I started feeling an intense pressure. They told me it wouldn’t help with that, but I kept pushing the button hoping to get some relief. I was checked again around 5:30; I was 12 cms dilated. It was time to deliver. My husband, mother and sister had just left to get food shortly before that, but only my sister and mother came back. I told the doctors we had to wait for my husband. He came back a few minutes later, and didn’t even have time to take off his hat and coat before they told him I was ready to push. My mother and sister left the room after I said I only wanted my husband in the room. The doctors assembled. I was still feeling the effects of the epidural, so I couldn’t tell when I was having contractions. The doctors told me, “You’re having a contraction, push,” so I did.

“I can see the head,” one said.

“You’re doing great, honey,” my husband said.

I felt nothing and kept pushing as instructed. Five or six pushes later and….

“Waaaaah!”

Just like that, it was over. Out came my son, the day before I was supposed to be induced, at 33 weeks and 6 days. Crying before anyone touched him. Breathing on his own. He was cleaned up, put under the heating lamp, examined. Again, I cried. I did it. I had a son. A doctor said it was one of the fastest deliveries they’d ever seen. My mom and sister were called back into the room. My mom put her hand over her mouth when she saw him (she did this at my wedding when she saw me for the first time, too). I laid back, not quite feeling like I had just given birth. Everyone milled about. A doctor picked up my son and brought him over to me.

“I have a present for you,” he said.

I held him. He was so small. Four pounds, 7 ounces. My husband and I took a picture with him before he was whisked off to the NICU. I sent texts to a couple of people to let them know the baby was here. I was transferred to the mother and baby unit to recover. My husband helped the nurse get me into bed since the epidural made it difficult to walk on my own. After he left and I could walk again, I went to the NICU to see my son. He was in an isolette, sleeping. I stayed with him for a little bit and then went back to my room. I was discharged two days later, but he didn’t come home with me. He stayed in the NICU for 15 days. His feeding tube came out quickly, but every time we thought he would come home, something happened. He couldn’t keep his temperature up outside of the isolette. The week before he finally came home, his heart rate dropped at rest and they needed to keep him to make sure it didn’t happen again. I went to the hospital every day, sometimes two or three times a day, while he was in the NICU. The nurses had to tell me to go home because I would stay for hours. I stayed overnight one day to work on nursing him. By 3 am, I was exhausted. A nurse told me to sleep through his next feeding and she would wake me up after that, and I was so grateful.

He came home a week before Christmas. That first night with him was long and hard because my husband had to work, so it was just us. But we survived.

Two days from today, he’ll be 10 months. He crawls, says “Mama” and babbles, tries to stand up in his playpen. He screams at vacuum cleaners, his reflection, tries to steal food and drinks. He seems to particularly like trying to eat my face — my dad said maybe he thinks it tastes like chicken. He can feed himself cereal puffs when he wants to and will probably (finally) get his first tooth within the next week or so. He makes faces when we give him anything to eat but only for a second, then he eats anything. He stares at people and flirts with girls and women. He’s kind of awesome. And one day, when he’s old enough, I’ll tell him this story.

 
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Posted by on October 1, 2015 in Life

 

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Oh, Hey Guys…

All,

I do apologize for this latest extended absence. As some of you already know, I am getting married in July, and the past couple of months have been devoted to wedding planning, job and apartment hunting, and other grownup miscellany that has turned my site into an innocent casualty caught in the crossfire of my hectic, postgraduate life.

I know this is the third or fourth post I have written like this, and I really do hate neglecting my site for extended periods of time. Please know that it’s for a good reason! During the time that I have been away, I have been working on other projects, including one that combines two of my passions. So pretty soon, you’ll be seeing a little more of me. Please bear with me for a little while longer! It’ll be worth the wait, I promise.

In the meantime, if you’re eager for something semi-new, you can check out the sneak peek for my novel. I’d greatly appreciate any feedback (and who knows, maybe I’ll post another chapter or two).

Abraçãos,

Tayla

 
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Posted by on May 31, 2013 in Life

 

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Sneak Peek – ‘Someone Else’s Baby’

So I promised on Twitter that I would post the first couple of chapters of my novel, Someone Else’s Baby. While I’ll admit I’m not quite ready to take this step yet, I’m doing so at my fiancé’s urging, and because I legitimately want to know what people think. Below, you’ll find a synopsis and the first three chapters of the novel. Any and all feedback is welcomed and appreciated. I hope you all enjoy!


Synopsis: Angela and Laurence Tate have been married for eight years, and desperately want a baby. After four years of trying with no luck, the couple decides to ask Angela’s best friend, Yvette Hollis, to act as a surrogate. Yvette readily accepts, and the Tates couldn’t be happier. But toward the end of her pregnancy, Yvette changes her mind and decides to keep the baby, disappearing without a trace and leaving Angela and Laurence distraught. The couple then begin a frantic search for Yvette and the baby — their baby — that tests the strength of their relationship, and brings to light secrets they never could have imagined.


Chapter 1

“It’s negative. Again.”

Angela Tate sat on the edge of her American Standard bathtub and sighed.

“What have we done to deserve this?”

Her husband, Laurence, sat next to her and slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him.

“It will happen, Angie, we just have to keep trying. These things take time.”

Angela let out another sigh of exasperation and buried her head into her husband’s chest.

“I know that, but it’s already been four years. I don’t have a lot of time left, Larry. If it doesn’t happen soon…” She didn’t bother to finish her thought.

“Angela. Look at me.” Laurence lifted his wife’s chin and pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “We haven’t tried everything. There are other options.”

“But how would we pay for it? We’d have to sell the house, or take out another mortgage.”

“We could adopt,” Laurence suggested.

“I don’t think I could. I want it to be ours. Does that sound awful?”

Laurence shook his head. “I do too, honey, but you said it yourself. You don’t have a lot of time left.” Angela dropped her head and stared at the ceramic tiles on the bathroom floor. “Promise me we’ll keep that as an option,” Laurence said.

“I don’t know, Larry,” Angela looked up at her husband, her hazel eyes gleaming with unshed tears. “I don’t know if I can raise a stranger’s child.”

****

Laurence woke up the next morning to find Angela sitting at her desk with her laptop open. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. The clock read 5:12 a.m., well before either of them had to be up.

“Babe? What are you doing,” he asked wearily.

“Research,” Angela replied curtly.

“Research for what?”

“These other options you mentioned last night.” Angela swiveled her chair around and looked at her husband. Even half asleep, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. Her expression softened as he let out another yawn.

“Go back to sleep, honey. I’ll be done in a little bit.”

“I have a late class today,” Laurence said. “I can stay up with you for a little while.” He pushed himself up into a seated position and looked at his wife sleepily. “Care to share what you’ve found?”

Angela nodded and took her laptop off its charger, carrying it over to the bed. “We could do in vitro, but I don’t know how much of it our insurance would cover.”

Laurence took the laptop from Angela and scrolled down the page. “From the looks of it, not enough. At these costs, any kids we end up having would be paying for it long after we’re gone.”

Angela chuckled at her husband’s attempt to lighten the situation. “Well I would hope they’d see it as a worthwhile debt, considering.”

“What about a surrogate,” Laurence asked. “Do you think we could do that?”

“I wouldn’t feel comfortable asking a stranger,” Angela said. “I’d much rather it be someone we know.”

“Did you have someone in mind?”

“Well…” Angela got up from the bed and walked toward a window. “I thought we could ask Yvette.”

“Um, honey,” Laurence said tentatively, “I don’t think Yvette is the right person to ask.”

“Why not?” Yvette Hollis had been Angela’s best friend since childhood. Since both girls had been only children, they had been the closest the other had to a sister.

“Come on, Angie, you know why. Yvette is great, but you’ve gotta admit she’s a bit… vain. I highly doubt she’d be willing to let a child destroy her body.” Angela glared at her husband, but she knew he was right. Yvette had always been obsessed with her figure. Her large breasts and slim waist had always been her pride and joy, and she’d told Angela and Laurence more than once that she was not opposed to plastic surgery to keep her body forever young.

“Laurence, she’s my best friend. If there’s anyone we could ask, it’s her.” Angela looked pleadingly at her husband. Laurence let out a long sigh.

“Alright, honey. If you want to ask Yvette, we can. But don’t surprised when she says no.”

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Posted by on April 5, 2013 in Books/reading

 

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February Is Heart Disease Awareness Month, Are You Educated?

February is Heart Disease Awareness Month and, if you are unaware of the facts and statistics surrounding the disease, now is a good time to educate yourself.

Every year, heart disease kills more people than all forms of cancer combined. That means if lung cancer, colon cancer, and all those other big, scary “C” words joined together and formed Voltron, it still wouldn’t be nearly as deadly as heart disease. And while heart disease has typically been considered a men’s disease, more women than man have died from heart disease since 1984.

As an African-American and as a woman, I should be particularly afraid of heart disease. Not only is it the number one cause of death among black, white, and Hispanic women, but in 2008, heart disease was prevalent among 47.3 percent of black women. Let that number sink in. 47. 3 percent. Nearly half of black women are suffering from heart disease. That’s scary.

Fortunately, heart disease is pretty preventable, and lifestyle changes can lower your risk. While some factors, such as age and heredity, can’t be controlled, cutting down on alcohol, changing your diet, and getting more exercise can help cut your risk.

Anyway, since I wrote about heart disease for Healthline last year, everything I learned in my research stuck with me, hence why I feel more motivated to recognize the disease and do my part to spread awareness. So, I signed up to place a badge for Luvvie’s Red Pump Project on my website, and you can see that badge in my sidebar. (Side note: If you are unfamiliar with AwesomelyLuvvie.com, you need to visit it right now and see what you’re missing. She is amazing and hilarious.) I also signed up to donate a tweet per day to the Red Pump Project, which you can learn more about here.

However, I feel like I could (and should) be doing more, so I’m thinking of ways I can further help spread awareness. Suggestions are more than welcome, and you can leave them in the comments below.

If you want to read more about heart disease, you can (shameless plug) read my articles for Healthline here. You can also check out heart.org or hearttruth.gov.

Together we are powerful. Let's unite and get to the heart of good health.

 
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Posted by on February 7, 2013 in Health & wellness

 

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Revisiting End of the Year Goals

Back in September, I wrote a post about what I wanted to accomplish by the end of year. I probably should have put end of year/beginning of next year, but we won’t argue semantics right now.

Almost three weeks into the new year, I’ve actually made some leeway in accomplishing those goals. Let’s revisit them here.

  • Put a deposit on a wedding venue. I made the rest of my deposit on December 1.
  • Finalize guest list. I had a semi-finalized guest list, but now more family members want to come. With the wedding a little more than 6 months away, I should have a final guest list hopefully by April or May.
  • Get a full-time job (online or offline) OR get more freelance gigs. This one is kind of accomplished. My job at The Inquisitr is technically a full-time position because of the number of articles I am required to write a month. I think when I wrote this I meant a full-time job in an office or something, but I’m actually quite happy with what I’m doing right now. Plus I have my part-time job at the paper, so I’m not doing too bad.
  • Start paying back student loans. I’ve made one payment so far, with auto-pay set up for the next couple of payments.
  • Finish my reading challenge. Sadly, I failed at my challenge. I finished at around 32 books or so. I’ve started a new challenge for this year, 52 books in 52 weeks. I’m a little behind at the moment, but I’ll be catching up.
  • Study Portuguese (again). Using a Groupon voucher, I signed up for a one-year subscription of Livemocha. I’ve done a couple of lessons in Brazilian Portuguese so far, and it’s amazing. Getting feedback from native speakers makes this one of the best ways to learn a new language, in my opinion.
  • Start looking for an apartment. It isn’t easy though. My fiancé and I wanted to stay in the area he’s in now, but it’s quite expensive. We wanted to stay in a central location, but may have to explore other options (such as where I live now or places outside of the city) to keep costs down.
  • Keep working on my novel. When I wrote my original post, I had written about three and a half chapters. I’ve just finished the sixth chapter, although I’ll probably edit it, but I’m going to keep going with it and hopefully get it completed by the end of the year.

So really, the only thing I need to do is continue studying Portuguese, complete my 2013 reading challenge and finalize my guest list. Not too shabby! I’ll consider the full-time job completed since I’m not actively looking for anything else at the moment. I have some goals for 2013, which I will probably detail in another post. For now, I’m just happy that I made it through the majority of my list from last year. Yay, me!

 
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Posted by on January 18, 2013 in Life

 

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2013 Reading Challenge: 52 Books In 52 Weeks

After, sadly, failing my 2012 reading challenge to read 50 books by the end of year (I started in April and finished somewhere around 32 books), I was inspired by my sister to take on a new challenge in 2013 — 52 books in 52 weeks. BUT, I am actually going to add a predetermined 53rd book to my challenge — The Memoirs of Cleopatra by Margaret George. Memoirs is about 900+ pages, and while I’ve started and stopped it a few times since my fiancé bought it for me last year, I am determined to read the whole thing this year.

I am combining this with a weekly savings challenge that I will detail in a separate post.

Much like I did with my 2012 reading challenge, I will update this post with each book. I may not write reviews for each book, but I’ll try to write a little something (favorite quotes, questions, something) just to keep things fresh.

** There will most likely be a lot of overlap, since I’m not always able to read as much as I would like to during the week. Bear with me. **

Week 1: December 31-January 6

Burned (Pretty Little Liars #12) by Sara Shepard

Started: January 4

Finished: January 5

Why?: I’m not ashamed to admit this — Sara Shepard’s Pretty Little Liars series is my guilty pleasure. Between the books and TV series, I just love the absurdity of the lives of Aria, Emily, Spencer and Hanna. The series isn’t profound by any stretch of the imagination, but it’s entertaining.

Week 2: January 7-January 13

A Dog’s Life by Peter Mayle

Started: January 10

Finished: January 20

Why?: This came up as a recommendation on GoodReads because I read The Art of Racing in the Rain last year.

Week 3: January 14-January 20

American Sexy by Adam Linn

Started: January 20

Finished:

Why?: I actually got this book through my job. The author’s mother brought it to my editor, who initially wanted to read it himself. He didn’t have time, though, so he gave it to me. I also got to interview the author, so that was cool.

 
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Posted by on January 4, 2013 in Books/reading

 

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2012 In (Pictorial) Review – Graduations And Engagements And Vacations, Oh My!

Wow.

I can’t believe 2012 is about to be over. This has been, perhaps, one of the most eventful years of my life, although not every event was positive. Let’s start from the beginning.

(January and February were very uneventful.)

March:

I went to Washington, D.C. for the NABJ Conference on Health at the end of the month. I wrote up several of the panels I attended for my independent study for the last three credits of my journalism degree. I also did the tourist thing and saw the White House, Washington Monument, MLK Memorial, and other sites.

Lincoln Memorial MLK Memorial White House

April:

Spent spring break in Atlantic City with some friends. Had a wonderful, wonderful time and, surprisingly, didn’t lose too much money. We ate, drank, and were merry for about five days before returning to school to endure the last month of school before…

Trump Taj Mahal

May:

GRADUATION! On May 20, I graduated from Hofstra University with my B.A. in print journalism and English with a concentration in publishing studies and literature (although I only received one diploma and am still convinced Hofstra owes me another). It was a long four years, but crossing that stage after sitting through what seemed like a cruel and unusual length of time in the very hot sun made it all worth it. Sharing it with my soon-to-be husband (see below) and family made it even better.

Graduation day!

May 23, my boyfriend of six years proposed. After some deliberation, we set the wedding date for July 21, 2013. We’ll have been together for seven and a half years by that point, and will have known each other for nine years.

My engagement ring!

June:

Started freelancing for the Dorchester Reporter. Wrote my first article about peeping Toms looking into people’s windows on Favre Street in Mattapan.

First article for Dorchester Reporter

July:

As a birthday present to my now-fiancé, I attended UFC 148 in Las Vegas (my first trip to the West Coast!) at the Mandalay Bay Events Center.  I got to watch Anderson Silva beat Chael Sonnen, and saw Tito Ortiz in his last fight ever after 15 years in the UFC.

UFC 148

Also started writing for the Inquisitr. Started as an intern at 60 articles per month, moved up to 250 in November. At the time of this writing, I’ve written 627 articles for IQ.

First article for Inquisitr

August:

Toured the Seaport Elite and fell in love — Manny and I had found our wedding and reception venue! With almost all expenses included, this was the perfect location for us to get married, and was right in the budget we had agreed on.

Spent a weekend at a lake house in Vermont with friends and my fiancé. Failed at canoeing (kayaking?), swam in a lake when it was pitch black outside, and did some hardcore hot tubbing.

Fairfield, VT

Not a life event for me, but one of my oldest friends (about 17 years now) welcomed her daughter. I became an unofficial aunty.

September/October:

Went to Mexico with my sister for a week. First time leaving the country. Words cannot describe how beautiful Isla Mujeres is and how badly I want to return.

La triguena in Isla Mujeres

Sadly, I lost my grandmother the day before we were supposed to come back home. She was 91. I was her youngest grandchild, and we had the same birthday.

November:

Turned 24 years old. Fiancé surprised me with tickets to the P!nk concert in March. Celebrated Thanksgiving with my immediate and extended family and probably gained a ton of weight.

P!nk!

December:

Attended my (unofficial) niece’s dedication. Celebrated my mother’s birthday with her and my sister and spent Christmas with my family, fiancé and soon-to-be stepdaughter. Didn’t die because the world didn’t end on December 21 (silly “Doomsday preppers”), so I guess that’s a major plus!

Christmas at home

So, 2012, I bid you a fond adieu. Let’s hope 2013 is even better!

 
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Posted by on December 30, 2012 in Life

 
 
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