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UPDATE OF MY LIFE, OF THE CENTURY!

November 19th, 9:34am, Cobb Hospital
My daughter, Ivy Deane Robertson is born. She blew my world wide open, and together, we're recreating it into something more whole, more full, more beautiful. She's 8lbs, 3oz of mystery. I've got my own, personal, cherubic little muse, poopy diapers and formula breath included. When she naps, I write.


It used to be that the more exciting, or rather, eventful, my life became, the more material I found for my poetry. And yet I have experienced the most life changes I could ever have predicted or hoped for in the past year, it seems like inspiration isn't enough...it's finding the time!
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March 2008
I learn that I’m pregnant. My boyfriend of more than two years proves himself amazing by instantly proclaiming his love and loyalty for both me and my unborn child forever. We begin to build our new life together, and navigate the rough waters ahead (the roughest waters being imparting the news to my parents and his).
May 2008
I graduate from my high school as valedictorian and fulfill my dream of giving the final speech at graduation. It is inarguably one of the happiest and most cherished days of my life.
June 2008
Alex (my boyfriend) and I begin to look for a new home, as it is made obvious living with my parents will no longer due. We find a duplex and make preparations to move in.
June 2008
At the site of our second date and first kiss, Alex proposes to me, and I, of course, say yes. This replaces graduation as the happiest day of my life, and he is no longer my baby-daddy, but fiancé.
June 2008
I have my first sonogram and learn that on November 15 I will be giving birth to a baby girl.
July 2008
The last box is unpacked and we are officially moved into our new place!
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So, my understatement of the day is this: it’s been a crazy year so far, but I assure you that I never plan to give up on my poetry. Now I have the breathing time, the retrospective time, to look back and perhaps use these monumental events to write poetry again. We’ll see what happens. Glad to be back!