yelrod

We’ve known each other for 5 years on-line. A year ago from January 5th, we met in his city, Montreal. It was definite attraction at first sight. The physical aspect made it all worth while. We’ve been together ever since that day we officially met face-to-face and now we have a beautiful daughter. I couldn’t be happier.

I was always dreaming of having boys. Three to be exact. They would be well-mannered, respect girls/women, and be dressed well.

My first child turned out to be a girl. When I was pregnant, I dreamt of a boy, but then I dreamt of a girl. My girly side kicked in immediately. I realized there was so many cute things that you could get for girls. Besides, dressing them up is so much fun. Think about it. They have more variety when it comes to clothes anyway.

I am in no way disappointed with having a girl. Knowing that I’ll be able to relate to her when she grows up and she can come to me about certain things to talk about makes me feel good inside. Although it’s going to be a LONG time before we get to that.

I honestly couldn’t tell you why I started smoking in the first place. When I was younger, I grew up basically living at my father’s business. We were there almost every day. I was surrounded by tons of adults and I would see them smoking cigarettes, but I didn’t know what they were then. I would imitate them when I was playing even though I didn’t know what I was doing. Then in middle school (when I was about 12-13 years old), a friend of mine who had already been a smoker herself offered me a cigarette. I said I didn’t know how to smoke but I wanted to try. I didn’t know how to actually inhale it until months later.

I never really had a bad case when it came to smoking cigarettes. I didn’t smoke a pack a day, or even a pack a week for that matter. I would limit myself to 2 or 3 a day. Sometimes when I was around people who smoked or when I was drinking, I smoked more than I usually did on a daily basis. I found it disgusting even when I did smoke. Sometimes I would look at the cigarette and be like, “Why am I doing this?”.

June/July of 2006, my boyfriend and I decided to quit together. If you quit, I quit, kind of thing. We agreed and from then on, it just became a usual thing for us.

I feel so much better not smoking. I’m not short of breath anymore, and I smell things way more than I used to.

I didn’t realize how noticeable it was that someone smoked until I quit. It truly stinks worse than you think.