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Sunday, April 30, 2006

Camden loves the Biscuits!

Today was the company picnic at work, held at the Montgomery Biscuits. I took Camden, and we stretched out on a blanket on the grass. He slept about half the game, and he was eating for another third, but the rest of the game he enjoyed! Haha. It was nice to get out in the fresh air.

He wore his Biscuits romper that I bought for him last summer while I was pregnant. He was adorable and the star of the show!

Some pictures will soon be on his photo site.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006


We met Bob at dinner tonight. Camden was asleep when we first got there, but he was in a great mood all night. It always puts me in a good mood when Camden is in a good mood.

My mom and I took turns holding Camden, and I fed him some sweet potatoes. We talked some, but we didn't talk about anything important.

Bob mentioned that his parents are coming up to see him in a couple of weeks. He didn't say anything about them wanting to meet Camden, but after a while my mom asked him. He said they do want to meet him, as well as me and my parents. That should be interesting.

There wasn't a lot of chit-chat, and there were a few stretches of silence.

We were there nearly two hours. He didn't even try to hold Camden. He did touch his hand a couple of times, letting Camden wrap his fingers around his, and once he took a napkin and wiped some dribble from his chin. And he looked at him a lot.

I guess he finally realizes that he has a son. Time will tell what he does with that information.

Monday, February 27, 2006

recalling a year ago

Today is the one-year anniversary of the day I found out I was pregnant. It's also Camden's four-month birthday. (For those of you who, like me, aren't into the math, that means Camden was born eight months to the day after I found out he existed.)

It's 3:30 p.m. This time last year, I still had no clue. Later that night, I would go the-guy-I'd-been-seeing's house, and he would proceed to dump me for God.

Yes, dear readers, I was dumped for God. I suppose if you're going to be dumped for someone, it should be for the person who created mankind and the world. But it still kinda sucked. I wasn't in love with him, but I did have feelings for him. But, he went on some sort of church retreat and came back saying that God told him he should end things with me.


This time last year, a few hours from now (I think it was around 7 or 8), I had the realization. The four-letter word.


Julie and I went to Wal-Mart. I honestly didn't think for one second I was actually pregnant. I bought the test for reassurance.

We got back to Julie's house, and I had no qualms about taking the test. Like I said, I really didn't think it was possible, let alone likely.

But the test came back.... positive? No way. Really? Positive? No way.

Julie and I laughed for what seemed like hours. I was in shock, in disbelief, and I think Julie was feeling a little bit of the same.

A couple of hours later, after our heads were spinning with thoughts, confusion and, still, shock, I went home and crawled into bed.

No. Couldn't be.... No.... Surely not. The test was a fluke.

First thing the next morning, I went to the doc-in-the-box.

"Congratulations," he said. I was still in shock. A big part of me was thinking this couldn't be happening. Naw... surely not.

Then, the doc said, "Is this good news?"

I kind of chuckled as it sank in. I didn't know how to answer him, so I paid my bill and left.

Now, I've got the most amazing little baby boy. I wouldn't trade him for anything. And, honestly, I wouldn't trade how it happened, either. Sure, being a single mom sucks lots of times, especially in dealing with all the court crap and the emotional issues Camden will face throughout his life. But I know it's what was meant to happen.

I'm not very religious. I don't even consider myself extremely spiritual. Sure, I believe. But most of all, I trust. I trust God. I trust fate. I trust the stars. Whatever I trust, I know that everything happens for a reason, as cheesy as that may be. I know that life never works out as planned. This is my life. This is Camden's life. It's what we do with it that makes us who we are.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

he wants to see him

I figured today would be the latest possible day that Bob could receive the results, since yesterday was a federal holiday.

He called me today at 4:45 p.m., while I was at work. He left a voice mail.

"Hey, Alicia. It's Bob. I got the results of the paternity test, and they're positive. I hope you understand why I needed to have the test done and not just take your word for it. I really hope you understand, but if you can't understand, I hope you can accept it. Now I'm ready - and able - to love Camden. I'd like to see him this weekend. Give me a call back."

I have to say it annoyed me, but I was glad that he called. It was the comment that he's "ready and able to love Camden" now that irked me. I've been telling him since day one Camden was his son and he wanted nothing to do with him. Now that he "knows," he's ready to play Daddy.

Anyway, this weekend I've got to work and I have plans, so it won't work for him to see Camden this weekend. You know, I don't have to let him see Camden until we have a court order, so he'll be on my time. But I'm willing to let him see him when we can set up a good time.

Saturday, February 18, 2006


I opened the envelope in the way you open junk mail, or maybe your water bill. There was no nervousness, of course. But this piece of paper confirmed what I've been inwardly screaming for nearly a year.

Combined paternity index = 25,870 to 1
Probability of paternity = 99.99%
Conclusion: The alleged father cannot be exlcuded as the biological father of Camden T. Harper. Based on the genetic testing results, the probability of paternity is 99.99% when compared to an untested unrelated man of the North American Caucasion population. (Prior probability = 0.5) At least 99.99% of the North American Caucasion population is excluded fom the possibility of being the biological father of the child.


Glad he wasted $525. Now he knows. He should have received the same letter. No more excuses. Now, every day he is not in contact with his son is 100 percent his fault. He can no longer claim, as he did while I was pregnant, that he doesn't want to get emotionally involved until he knows.

Now you know, stupid jerk. What are you going to do about it?

Monday, February 13, 2006

paternity test

Camden and I had to go up and take the paternity test today. When we finally got called back to have the test done, Camden and I ended up stuck in a room with Bob. The lady doing the test was nice, and Bob was in good spirits, although he didn't say anything to or about Camden. He didn't really speak to me, either. He was just cracking little jokes with the lab woman. It was really lame.

She swabbed us all, doing Camden first so I could feed him while I was getting mine done. I had to sign a few papers, and we were all fingerprinted.

There really wasn't much to it, but it just seemed to take forever. Probably because I was stuck in the room with that fool. I held Camden close, feeling like I needed to protect him from that creature sitting next to us.

We're supposed to get the results mailed to us within two weeks.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006


We went to court today. Under advisement of my lawyer, I brought Camden along so the guardian ad litem could see him.

I talked to the guardian ad litem for a few minutes before we went in front of the judge. I told her if Bob wanted to give up his rights, that was fine by me and I wouldn't pursue child support. She told him this, and he apparently said he wants to be involved if he's proven to be Camden's father.

My mom and I showed the GAL pictures of Camden and his room. She saw the picture of him in his Happy New Year hat, and was gushing about it.

When we went before the judge, the lawyers told the judge the basics. Bob's lawyer was harping on about how I didn't take the paternity test Bob had paid for, blah blah blah. My lawyer showed the judge a letter his lawyer had sent me saying if I didn't take the test within five days or whatever, I would not be able to pursue child support. He told the judge after I saw the (somewhat threatening) letter, we decided to do everything through the court system.

The GAL showed the judge the picture of Camden, and she was also oohing and aahing. My lawyer had my mom bring Camden out. He was asleep in my mom's arms.

The judge ordered the paternity test for Monday, and is making Bob pay for it ($525) since he was the only one who wanted the stupid test. We go back on April 27, which is Camden's six-month birthday.

As we were leaving, my mom turned to Bob and said, "Do you want to see him?"

Bob said, "No, that's OK."

*shakes head*

After we left the courtroom, we were all waiting by the elevator. Bob had a friend of his with him, but I'd never met him before. He walked over to Camden and was going on and on about how cute he is. Bob stood off to the side, ignoring everything.

I hope this is all over soon.