Kim Kardashian may have been celebrating Mothers Day in the US yesterday but this time next year she will be getting gifs.
Kimmy is getting nearer and nearer her due date and now she has finally talked about giving birth.
The queen of reality posted on her blog:
‘As I’m counting the days until I finally get to be a mother, I’m a bit nervous and anxious,”but also excited knowing that I learned from the very best.’
Kim know that she is getting to get full support form her family as they are one of the closest family also Kim is really good with kids as she shows it in their reality show with her nice and nephew Mason and Penelope.
Every time Kim Kardashian is spotted out you can see that she is getting bigger and bigger each day.
Kim is well knowen for her style but it seems like she is having trouble dressing with the baby bump. Kim has taken to her blog to provide her fans with more insight as to why this transition into full-blown baby bump has been so difficult to dress!
This is what she had to say:
“I’ve found that I’ve gained inches and I’ve gotten wider but my belly hasn’t popped yet, so I struggle finding things that don’t make me look heavy. Some days my baby bump really shows, and some days it doesn’t… so I never really know what I’m going to look like…So this inbetween phase is so awkward to dress. I have gained lots of inches in width, but cant wait for the bump to pop… but finding ways to conceal it is hard!”
“I’m definitely having a lot of fun with my maternity fashion and love trying new things. I want to share my pregnancy fashion tips with other expecting moms out there and I know it’s different for everyone; some women start showing sooner, others don’t start showing until later, but I want to share my own personal experiences with you guys along the way “
Khloe Kardashian is getting so fed up with all the rumors that her husband Lamar Odom has been cheating!
So the reality star has decided to take all the anger out on her blog as she posted on their today:
It is disgusting that Life & Style and InTouch magazines continue to print these false stories about my life: the status of my marriage, false reports about a miscarriage, the horrible lie that my dad is not my biological father, jealousy over my sisters’ lives, etc. It is a complete waste of time to address these reports every time they print these ridiculous and absurd tabloid stories, but not only are these stories untrue, they’re also unfair to the people who buy the magazines expecting to read accurate reports.
But that’s not all as she also went on in saying that her and her husband have a ”incredible bond” and grows to love “more and more each day.”
Nicole ‘Snooki’ Polizzi has gone and got inked for the sixth time.
This time it was a tattoo of one of her favorite animals a Cheetah on the top of her arm.
The reality star said along with the photo on her blog:
“I wanted to get this because to me it represents being a strong independent woman, and obviously I love leopards/leopard print! The crown represents being a queen and being fabulous, and the wings represent everyone who has passed in my family.”
“This tattoo also will always remind me of getting it while being in LA shooting our FINAL reunion of Jersey Shore. This tattoo was done by my one and only favorite artist in LA ,Bryce Oprandi, at the The Martlet Tattoo!”
But this is not the end of the tattoos for Snooki as she has already talked about her seventh tattoo.
[Photo Via: Snooki's blog]
LeAnn Rimes is currently working on a 30 day program in rehab for stress but its looking like shes going to be out soon!
LeAnn said on her website:
“I’m on a plane headed to see all my fans in Wisconsin tonight! I can’t wait to play, I’m so ready. I’ve got a zillion fashion mags, my journal, ipod, water and a butterfinger. I’m all set Seems I’ve developed a sweet tooth after turning 30. If that’s all that comes with 30, I think I’m settinling in pretty well. So far, the new decade is treating me great! Hope you all have a fantastic weekend and I look forward to seeing all of my fans and friends over the next 3 days.”
Songwriter Frank Ocean has came out and said that he is gay!
He posted on Tuesday:
we’re all a bunch of golden million dollar babies. my hope is that the babies born these days will inherit less of the bullshit than we did. anyhow, what i’m about to post is for anyone who cares to read. it was intended to fill the thank you’s section in myalbum credits, but with all the rumors going round.. i figured it’d be good to clarify..
He then went on talking about his sexuality by saying:
Whoever you are, wherever you are..I’m starting to think we’re a lot alike. Human beings spinning on blackness. All wanting to be seen, touched, heard, paid attention to. My loved ones are everything to me here. In the last year or 3 I’ve screed at my creator, screamed at the clouds in the sky, for some explanation. Mercy maybe. For peace of mind to rain like manna somehow. 4 summers ago, I met somebody. I was 19 years old. He was too. We spend that summer, and the summer after, together. Everyday almost. And on the days we were together, time would glide. Most of the day I’d see him, and his smile. I’d hear his conversation and his silence…until it was time to sleep. Sleep I would often share with him. By the time I realized I was in love, it was malignant. It was hopeless. There was no escaping, no negotiating with the feeling. No choice. It was my first love, it changed my life. Back then, my mind would wander to the women I had been with, the ones I cared for and thought I was in love with. I reminisced about the sentimental songs I enjoyed when I was a teenager..the ones I played when I experienced a girlfriend for the first time. I realized they were written in a language I did not yet speak. I realized too much, too quickly. Imagine being thrown from a plane. I wasn’t in a plane though. I was in a Nissan Maxima, the same car I packed up with bagsand drove to Los Angeles in. I sat there and told my friend how I felt. I wept as the words left my mouth. I grieved for them, knowing I could never take them back for myself. He patted my back. He said kind things. He did his best, but he wouldn’t admit the same. He had to go back inside soon, it was late and his girlfriend was waiting for him upstairs. He wouldn’t tell me the truth about his feeling for me for another 3 years. I felt like I’d only imagined reciprocity for years. Now image being thrown from a cliff. No, I wasn’t on a cliff, I was still in my car telling myself it was gonna be fine and to take deep breaths. I took the breaths and carried on. I kept up a peculiar friendship with him because I couldn’t imagine keeping up my life without him. I struggled to master myself and my emotions. I wasn’t alwayssuccessful.
The dance went on..I kept the rhythm for several summers after. It’s winter now. I’m typing this on a plane back to Los Angeles from New Orleans. I flew home from another marred Christmas. I have a windowseat. It’s December 27, 2011. By now I’ve written two albums, this being the second. I wrote to keep myself busy and sane. I wanted to create worlds that were rosier than mine. I tried to channel overwhelming emotions. I’m surprised at home far all of it has taken me. Before writing this I’d told some people my story. I’m sure these people kept me alive, kept me safe..sincerely. There are the folks I wanna thank from the floor of my heart. Everyone of you knows who you are..great humans, probably angels. I don’t know what happens now, and that’s alrite. I don’t have any secrets I need kept anymore. There’s probably some small shit still, but you know what I mean. I was never alone, as much as I felt like it..as much as I still do sometimes. I never was. I don’t think I ever could be. Thanks. To my first love, I’m grateful for you. Grateful that even though it wasn’t what I hoped for and even though it was never enough, it was. Some things never are..and we were. I won’t forget you. I won’t forget the summer. I’ll remember who I was when I met you. I’ll remember who you were and how we’ve both changed and stayed the same. I’ve never had more respect for life and living than I have right now. Maybe it takes a near death experience to feel alive. Thanks. To my mother, you raised me strong. I know I’m only brave because you were first..so thank you. All of you. For everything good. I feel like a free man. If I listen closely..I can hear the sky falling too.