"Oh my, do I remember that day, when I walk through the door of me and Mark's home. Home sweet home, it was. But then it hit me that Mark wasn't there.

So…. for the next three weeks, I was grieving, sad and depress. I stop working out and ate everything that was in my refrigerator. Mark's calls from the road made me happy and put me in a good spirit, just hearing his voice made my day. Five weeks later, I was over my depression and began doing basic classes on the internet. For the next few months, Mark would come home every month, but only for a couple of days. I was doing real well with my classes. For the first time ever in my life, I was a straight A student. I went back to working out, but not as much as I usually did.

At the beginning of that year, I started to get really sick and very nausea. I couldn't keep my food down, I was always tired, that at some time I would have to force myself to do my classes, and not fall asleep. And at random time would start craving for some pickles, which I deadly hated. I kind of expected to be pregnant, but I wanted to be sure. So I'd schedule myself a doctor appointment and it turnout that I was, three months along actually. Oh… my was I excited to tell Mark that he was going to be a father again. Even though sadly, he wasn't going to be home for at least a month. But I decided to wait, until he got home. This wasn't the type of news, you tell on the phone. When he came home, I meet him downstairs with my bathrobe on, to hide my baby bump, if I remember correctly; I was about four months along. Anyways, I gave Mark a big giant huge and a huge passionate kiss then helped him with his bags.

After helping Mark put his things away. I pulled him to the restroom; where I had a hot warm bath waiting for him. After Mark set in, I told him to cover his eyes, which he surprisingly obeyed. I disrobe my robe, then enter the others side of the tube, grab Mark's other hand, and place it on my tummy. Mark slowly removed his hands from his eyes, then looks down at my tummy, and says. "Are you really?" He asked. I nodded my head yes. I and Mark had always wanted children together. He had two sons from a previous marriage, but he wanted more. I myself always wanted children; they are such amazing little creatures.

After me and Mark finish washing each other, I got up to start dinner, as Mark went to the living room to watch some football.

Since Mark's was staying home for only a month. We spend as much time together every day. We would go out to eat, watch movies, walk on the bench, brought some baby stuff, and have lots and lots of sexual intercourse. On mark last week at home, I started to have morning sickness really bad and Mark notice it; and a little insult, since it would happen most of the time, when Mark has cooked. So he made me go to the doctor, to see if all of this was normal and that if I and the baby were fine. If I remember correctly, the doctor told us that I and the baby were fine, and that it was all normal. But since I was close to be six months along, I shouldn't be alone by myself, in case something serious could happen. In other words, I had to go back on the road with Mark.

I'll be honest; I was to thrill about getting back on the road with Mark, but I didn't have a choice. Being on the road, and being big as a whale was very stressful. Sometimes I would avoid going to the area, because it was too much and plus, Ms. Torrie Wilson still had me on her bad side. But it was too much for me to deal with, so sometimes I would stay at the hotel, while Mark was working. All day I would read a book, watch some TV, or do my homework.

When I was seven months along, Mark was involved in a storyline with Brock Lensar, some brunette model; I don't remember her name, and Paul Heyman. Anyway, the story was that Mark cheated on me some time ago with the brunette model, while we were married, and now the model is siding with Brock to get back at him. Of course I needed to be involved in the story, since every wrestling fan knew that he was married to me. But honesty, I really didn't want to get involved in it; I mean… it was somewhat lame, you know the content of it. But I was needed; they made a cameo, where Brock calls me on the phone, I call him a mother-fer, and then I hang him up. A couple of weeks later, while I'm in my eighth month stage of pregnancies; they show me and Mark entering the area, with a huge looking basketball under my shirt. Then later, they show me and Mark in the dressing room, I'm reading a book, while Mark is getting ready for his match. Suddenly Matt Hardy comes to the door to talk to me; Mark picks him up and throws him to the wall. Mark beats the guy that he was wrestling with that night, don't remember the guy name. Then, they show Heyman and I backstage, Mark get out the ring and runs to the back to save me. Brock comes from behind, and attacks Mark down. Then corners me to the wall, and then touch my pregnant belly.

Honestly, I thought the storyline would have been better if I wasn't pregnant, since I knew I would be in a match against the model. But I was pregnant at the time, so it didn't happen. But I was happy that it was all over. I could chill in peace in my hotel room, and only less than a month, my baby was going to arrive soon.

On November 21, 2002, I gave birth to my daughter Chasey Marie Calaway. She was so small, and beautiful. And looked a lot like Mark, but a cuter version. Mark was so happy that he got his little girl.

TBC