My twitterive has caused me to write in ways that I never really
thought I would. It has made me a more creative writer because I am retelling a
true story that I personally experienced. Before my twitterive I never really
had to work with different kinds of genres but now I need many genres for my
twitterive. Some of the genres I use are quotes, pictures, stories, journal
entries and songs. All of the genres I use reflect how I feel in my twitterive
story. I can guarantee you that any person that has ever been a part of my life
and made an impact on it, I have a song that I feel like describes my time with
them and usually a quote too. I’ve also been a journal writer my entire life. I
write down how I’m feeling and experiences that I have had that have seemed to
be stuck in my mind and I have no one to talk to them about. Now I can use my
journal entries in my twitterive. Photos are also a huge part of my life; I
don’t leave my house without my camera. I have come to develop an understanding
of genres and sub genres because of this twitterive assignment. If it weren’t
for this assignment I would still be clueless.

The characters that are in my story so far are Katie, Toph, Gabby (not really developed her yet just mentioned), the baby and me. My story is about me finding out i'm going to be a mom and how it has been since than. What it was like finding out, and some time before. My story takes place like within the last couple of months and sometime before. I have songs, quotes and

I've always had a love for children since the day I can remember. My family has called me the "baby wisperer" since i was probably eight years old. But did i really thinkt the day would ever come where i would be a mom myself? I did not. I found out on November 11, 2011 that I was expecting. Shocking? Imagine being in my shoes. Now that the initial shock is over and it has really hit me I want to talk about my experience. I want to start off as a child and talk about my small home town, worry free life style, playing with dolls, babysitting and me always being the baby. Than I want to move onto growing up and how I have to rush into becoming an adult, go to college, work, be in a relationship, make time for my friends, get the new house ready and so on. I would also like to discuss my boyfriend and I's reaction to hearing "the news." MAYBE discuss some names, my wants verses my boyfriends wants and from there I'd like to talk about our future together and what we have in store for ourselves. In my twitterive i want to include pictures, journal entries, music and other fun stuff.

It's such a good feeling that I know what I'm having. Can't wait to share the news with everyone tonight ! #twitterive

Going to get bloodwork. The thought of this makes me sweat #passouttime #twitterive #wrt1

I had no idea I'd be presenting my twitterive idea in front of the class. First time I'll be talking about this infront of a big group #omg

I was gonna go out but laying in bed is much better than going to a bar I can't drink at #WRT1 #twitterive

Funniest picture ever. Protective parent? I'd say #WRT1 #twitterive http://pic.twitter.com/84yKIZCf

I can't hang. Sitting in class falling asleep at 7:40. #exhausted #WRT1 #twitterive

I was gonna go out but laying in bed is much better than going to a bar I can't drink at #WRT1 #twitterive

I can't hang. Sitting in class falling asleep at 7:40. #exhausted #WRT1 #twitterive

I blame fate for my "accident" #twitterive #wrt1 #sixwordstory

not every mistake is a mistake #twitterive #wrt1 #sixwordstory

Funniest picture ever. Protective parent? I'd say #WRT1 #twitterive http://twitter.com/kayleighh_fish/status/165237608249692161/photo/1

@danieltosh this is the first new episode since I found out im pregnant. The throw up video literally made me feel like death. #makeitstop

The direction I see my twitterive headed is it's going to be about my pregnancy. I am eighteen weeks pregnant, due July 15 2012. I was thinking about starting out as me as a child, everything was worry free but everything  is different now, I'm going to go to school full time, I'm always tired and i have to take care of myself. I want to talk about how i pictured my life much differently, its not that i didnt want to be a mom, i love kids but i am sort of rushing through life but i take pride in what i'm doing. I realized because of this that it is okay to be different and go against the grain.


I have been taking pictures and writing stuff down that I will be using in my twitter. I have a recording of the baby's heart beat and many ultra sound pictures and of course more to come! When I find out what I am having I am doing a "baby cake" and we are going to dye the cake pink if the baby is a girl and blue if it is a boy and that is how we are going to share the sex of the baby with everyone. I want to share the ups and downs i have been through so far and how this is changing my life forever. It's a roller coaster so far and I'm sure that it will have it's ups and downs but every. single. thing that I go through will be worth it in the end.

My class is forcing me to use twitter! It's official, I'm an addict! I'm taking six classes at college this semester and four out of the six are involved with technology. I'm not loving this idea. I hate being on the computer because they always give me problems and my phone is only good for the applications I have.

"Okay class, it's time to log into your twitter account." The professor guided us.

I've had a twitter now for a little over a year and I haven't been on since the day I made it. I truly just don't understand the concept of it. I like famous people, all of my friends have twitters I just don't see the point in having to "tweet" people. Despite how I really feel about twitter I log into my account. After a quick lesson from the teacher I thought that it wasn't so bad anymore. Class was over,  but I had this urge to stay on my twitter so I went home and logged back on. Four hours later.... my life is changed forever. I'm a twitter addict.

Not every mistake, is a mistake. I keep telling myself this over and over in my head. How can it be a mistake if it feels so right? A mistake is something you regret or something you wish never happened, I don't wish this never happened, maybe I wish it happened a little bit later but never.. that's pretty harsh. I know everyone is going to judge me, but who are they to judge the decisions I make and the life I live? I bet you they've made worse "mistakes" before than this one.

"Anna?" The nurse said my name. "It's your turn for the doctor to see you."

I sat on the bed and she put that gooey stuff on my stomach and then I heard it, the most amazing sound to my ears.

"Yup, that's the baby's heart beat." The nurse looked at me and smiled. "You're about nine weeks pregnant."

There was silence in the room. Everything finally seemed so real to me. Am I still scared about what people would think of me? Yeah I am. But then I turned my head to the side and saw a picture on the wall and it said,

                “Who are you to judge the life I live?
                I know I'm not perfect
                -and I don't live to be-
                but before you start pointing fingers...
                make sure you hands are clean!”
                ― Bob Marley

My babies heart beat and the sign on the wall made everything feel right.

The one place I love more than any other place would have to be my home, well not my actual home but the people in it. My family means more than anything to me and if I had to be far away from them for a long period of time I would lose it. My mom is the greatest mom, she is also my best friend and my backbone. She supports me through every decision I make and she is so caring and has an unconditional love for me. My dad is probably the funniest person I know, he has a sick sense of humor like me and we could just sit there and crack jokes all night long. My dad is also the person who points me in the right direction. If i get frustrated with school or work and I want to give up, he is that voice in my ear telling me to keep going and it will all be worth it in the end. My sister doesn't actually live with me anymore but she is still one of the biggest parts of my life because she excepts me for who I am and she is also the mother to my amazing nephew Jackson. My sister is an insperation to me, the way Jackson looks at her and loves her I hope my child will look at me one day like this. Jackson is my sunshine on a cloudy day. The stuff he comes up with makes me wonder what is going on in that two and a half year old brain of his. He is so loving and fun to be around I can't imagine my life without him.
Imagine all of these people in one place. My mom is always baking, cleaning and making my favorite iced tea, my dad is always on the grill or drinking some of his home made lemon cello, my sister is always taking care of Jackson or just sitting there listening to me rant about something and Jackson is always running around trying to make the whole world laugh. Our home is filled of so much love I can't imagine growing up anywhere else. We are not perfect, and we do have our differences but in the long run we are always there for one another.

My strange place was the parking garage at the Camden Campus. This place is extremely sketchy. I always get nervous being a 4' 11" girl and walking through the garage by myself. It always smells like pee and people are always just hanging around in there not even going anywhere. Why? This place isn't fun to me, it's weird and gross.