#i think i said it already but next one was kanye's amazing and then goodbye yellow brick road

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The Benny Boy Phenomenon

Okie dokie as promised! Welcome to Coral makes fun of Benny yet again! Today we coming back yet again to Spotify. Gonna start with the ridiculous numbers obviously xd It's been 85 days since 11:11 and 57 days since the whole EP. Here a screenshot I took just now! OH BOI! Can ye see how all other song are still below 300k? And Bulianne song is up there with well over 2 millions streams... I'm still baffled as to how the fuck this happened? Rise Up got a music video too and even the stupid FEMALE Pirate Song is above it? Seriously WTF? Cuz bestie it ain't adding up when ye think of it?

Welp... That much we don't know x.x but I looked over twitter when the Spotify Wrapped was a thing couple of days back... What did I find? First of all I'm not trying to make fun of anyone or any of that shite, I saw lotsa numbers and that gets me moist alrite? I’m just trying to understand the disproportion in the numbers and further prove that his music career got him nowhere and the only people listening are his previously established fans. What I'm gonna do is describe ye something I called The Benny Boy Phenomenon!

So I found some muffins sharing their Spotify stats. So I put it into tables. Now, so we can make it clearer. The Spotify wrapped takes 10 months into account, from the 1st of January till October 31st. Benny's first song dropped on September 17th, quick math and we know that his songs were accounted for over 44 days period. Some muffins actually acknowledged the THING themselves!

Here I made the 11:11 streams table. Starts quite innocent. Maybe listened to it every day? Maybe once or twice it was couple of times... And then we have more... long distance listeners? Kinda seems like the 2 millions is a work of very persistent fans hmmm? Yesss ye see good. Some beautiful soul listened to 11:11 for over four days non-stop over 44 days period. Majority had 11:11 as their top song of the year after only 44 days x.x

Now we have the minutes of artist streamed, and some of the muffins from previous table are here as well! What do we have here tho. Welp we have 20 muffins who had Benny as the most streamed artist. Together they streamed Benny's whole music repertoire (mostly 11:11 tho) for many many minutes... The minutes turned into hours, the hours turned into days... And over 44 days, 20 lil butterflies all together streamed Benny's music so long that it turned into non-stop 45 days of streaming... I could absolutely not compare it to my stats cuz mines are not that wild and are full of different artists and songs and ma top song is, another year in a row, Ma Baker which I listened to 52 times OVER 10 MONTHS! I did found a good comparison tho! The K-pop fans! Their Spotify wrapped numbers were shockingly similar to the lower halves of ma tables x.x

Soooo I still think Benny's music is bad af but I understand that some muffins may like it. But this is just?? I don't understand? Do they feel they have to? Because this just looks like an overkill? 44 days? Literal hours of streaming per person? Benny please drop yer Spotify for artist stats, they show ye the most eager streamers right? I want to see the top 10 numbers... I fucking need it.

Confirmed info. Music dream is an absolute flop <333 only the fangirls are interested, not all of them tho! 

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Addison’s Arrival

Today’s blog is all about my labour with Addi. It gets a little gross in parts but it’s (I think) worth the lols. I’ll post a big *HERE* if you want to skip to the hospital part and miss all the build up.

To set the scene for you, picture yourself being 39 weeks and 6 days pregnant. It’s literally the middle of summer in Australia, a 39 degree day. Everyone else is  celebrating your favourite holiday and you’re sober, cranky, sore and sweating up a storm.

J and my mum had been dealing with my ‘so-over-this’ complaints for about two weeks at this stage and they’d both told me that as soon as I took my mind off it, bub would start to ‘descend’... ew. So I’d decided I was going to suck it up and enjoy the Australia Day party the best I could.

We arrived at our friends’ house and that’s when I saw it. The true love of my life. A brand new, 8ft wide, blow up pool. That was where I was spending my day today and no one could tell me otherwise. I was happy.

My short lived happiness was destroyed while I was up going to the toilet (I’m not that gross that I’d pee in the tiny pool) and I came back to find that one of the boys had cut his knee open during the slip’n’slide and ended up in my sanctuary, bleeding his germy germs everywhere. I was devastated.

I spent the next few hours sulking in the air conditioning while a drunk husband provided sausages and bread to his heavily pregnant beast of a wife. “As long as she’s fed, she won’t make me go home.”

To make matters worse, friends of ours rocked up with their 2 week old baby, purely to rub it in my face that they weren’t having to suffer through this heat and discomfort anymore.

Come 1pm and the sausages were not agreeing with me or foetus Addi anymore. I told Jarrod to ease up on his drinking as he may have to drive home after the party so I could nap my tummy ache away. “Ok, baby. But you’ll be fiiine!” were his exact words and he did not ‘ease up’ one bit. I pushed through the last five hours of the Triple J Hottest 100 to hear Flume smash out Never be Like You at number 1 (called it!).

We bailed as quick as we could but had to make a detour on the way home to drop off a phone that was left at the party. While Jarrod ran the phone inside to his mate, his wife and her best friend came out to thank me for a good day. I made a mention of my tummy being sore and they asked to feel my belly... “You know you’re in labour, right?” “Nah, I think I’d know if I was.” “Well when are you due?” “Tomorrow... Jarrod!! Get in the car!”

The girls wished me good luck (which did not ease my sudden panicked state) and we rushed home to call the hospital. My sister in-law was home and, thank my lucky stars, was a studying midwife. She felt my tummy and excitedly confirmed that this was indeed contractions. I went for a shower while J called the hospital and received his husbandly duty instructions.

Then it was all very mellow... apart from the intense stabbing pain near my hoo-ha every 6mins and 20secs. J ended up having something to eat and playing x-box, trying to sober up. I ended up doing my makeup (because I wanted to look nice when my baby saw me for the first time).

It was about 10:30pm when the contractions were closer together and (at the time, I thought) unbearable, we grabbed the hospital bag, said goodbye to Jess and headed off to the hospital with a drunk baby-daddy driver in the pouring rain. We were off to a good start with this responsible parenting thing!

*HERE* - for those who only want the gory bits

Once we got to the North West Private Hospital (I only remember the name because of Kim and Kanye’s daughter), we were shown to our room in which the air con had shit itself. Great. I had sweat off my makeup within 10mins.

A lovely Irish midwife named Bonnie came in with an evil little plan. She asked if she could feel how things were going ‘down there’ and told me it wouldn’t hurt as she needed me relaxed. Then the devil/angel lady pulled something (my cervix? mucus plug? I’m not sure) which hurt so badly I think I nearly broke Jarrod’s arm. Lucky I was holding him back though because his instinct was to push her away from me.

From there, everything is very blurry in my memory. I was given pain relief pills which I immediately vomited, an injection soon after which made me very giddy and then the laughing gas which I told the nurse I was going to leave J for. I said some weird shit on that gas; called my parents and congratulated them prematurely, took some snapchats, laughed at J when he started spewing out all the day’s alcohol and Bonnie thought he was just a weak little bitch. But let me tell you, it didn’t help the pain AT ALL. It just made me forget about it in between the stabs.

Fast forward to 6am and my OBGYN had arrived. She told me it was a good day to have a baby and I remembered that it was her birthday too! She jokingly asked if I was going to name the baby Kate after her, and I (drugged up and not getting the joke) let her down easy and apologised about us already having a name picked out.

She soon decided to break my waters for me which honestly, wasn’t painful at all; but it was such a strange sensation that I passed out straight away. When I woke up, I heard Kate say ‘there she is’ and druggo Kit thought she was talking about my baby. Score! I’d been unconscious for the birth of my baby and didn’t feel any of the painful pushes and tears!

She asked Jarrod to take me to the bathroom to get undressed and cleaned up. I kept telling him how easy that was and that I didn’t know why women were so dramatic about it. He started hosing me down with the shower head and I decided to help out a bit. That is when the most disgusting thing ever, in our entire relationship happened...

As I washed between my legs, I felt some sort of gunk and tugged on it to wash it away. Jarrod gagged and ordered me not to touch it. Drugged up Kit don’t take no orders from no one, so I just yanked it right out in front of me.  “Holy cow! What is this?!” I said laughing, while J dry retched in the corner of the en suite. “It’s like a magician’s handkerchief! It just keeps coming!” as I pulled the never ending string of mucus out of myself.

While Jarrod tells people that it was the most horrendous thing he’s ever witnessed, I found it hilarious. My laughing soon stopped though, when the worst contraction began. I just looked at J, expecting him to explain why this was still happening when Addi was out already. It was then that the drugs must have worn off enough for me to notice my still huge, still rock hard belly and that Kate was talking about me coming around, not my baby coming out. I just started silently crying. I was so scared. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to be in pain anymore.

I hopped back on the bed, naked and miserable. J assumed the hand-holding position and tried to give me a pep talk. I started to feel like Hell itself was erupting out of me and the midwife rushed in. “She’s coming out!” I yelled and the midwife told me that it just feels like that in the beginning. “No! She’s f*cking coming ooooout!” She checked under the blanket and with a quiet “oh” ran to get Dr Kate.

Birthday Girl, Kate, strolled in putting her gloves on and with a surprisingly motivating tone said, “let’s do this thing, ready to push?” Sorry J, but that sentence got me more pumped up than your whole 5min speech about what a strong, amazing woman I was.

I’m going to skip these details, not because they’re too gruesome but because I don’t want to put anyone off having children. Let me just say three things.

1. Screaming helped, so don’t hold back if you feel like you need to let it out.

2. Don’t forget to breathe because apparently my deep breaths were the only thing that stopped me tearing.

3. And don’t look at your partner. The look of absolute heartache I saw in his eyes as he watched me helplessly, made things so much worse.

After what felt like 3 days, but was only 21 minutes of pushing, Addi was pulled up onto my chest. She was quiet as those little black-blue eyes checked out the parents she was now stuck with. J was a mess, holding my neck with one hand and Addi’s with the other. “It’s a girl. Baby, it’s a girl.” “Yeah, we f*cking knew that already.”

Sorry! But I was tirrred and all out of any possible emotion. I unwillingly delivered the afterbirth and I was asleep before J even cut the cord.

I woke up 3 hours later to him holding and talking to our little princess who had been all cleaned up and was warm, comfy and safe in daddy’s arms.

Addison Rae Hindmarsh Weighing  3.165kg or 7lbs born on 27th January 2017 at 8:31am

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Kim Kardashian wants another surrogate, but what is it really like to carry another woman’s baby and then give it away?

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Kim Kardashian wants another surrogate, but what is it really like to carry another woman’s baby and then give it away?

Kim Kardashian and Kanye West are rumoured to want a fourth child via surrogate ‘soon’, according to an insider at US Weekly.

Although Kim claimed this was untrue, she did say in a recent interview for E! News:

“If it were up to my husband we’d have like seven. Maybe four is all I can handle. I don’t know, maybe three is all I can handle.”

But what is it like for the woman carrying another’s baby?

Ashlee Earl, 30, from Mount Pleasant, Utah, delivered twin boys for a New York couple in October last year. Here she tells GLAMOUR UK why she, along with approximately 3,000 other American women last year, decided to carry another woman’s baby – and how she felt saying goodbye.

“People imagine the moment a surrogate hands over a baby after its birth to be traumatic, filled with tears and confusion, perhaps an inward and outward struggle of despair and regret. But to get to this point, when you say goodbye to the baby you have protected and nurtured for nine months, you have to go through psychological tests and home visits, which will flag you up as unsuitable if you can’t handle it.

The ones who wouldn’t are weeded out. The women left are the women like me, the ones who understand clearly they are not the mother – they are a fairy godmother, giving a baby a safe haven to grow strong in before gladly passing them to the parents who have yearned for them for years.

This misunderstanding about surrogacy is one of the reasons I’m happy celebrities like Kim Kardashian and Nicole Kidman talk about it in the public eye, breaking down taboos. When I was visibly carrying the twins and couldn’t hide I was a surrogate, people were obviously confused. They thought they were my biological babies I was giving away, or thought I was weird.

With the chance to explain, they got it, calling me ‘a hero’ or ‘an angel’, and many would share their own battles with infertility, sometimes things they hadn’t told anyone. Their stories made me even more sure being a surrogate was a good thing to do. I’d got pregnant with my sons easily and instantly, and when you have your babies like that you don’t realise the pain and devastation so many women – and men – go through to become parents.

The only downside to people like Kim and Kanye being the public face of surrogacy is that wannabe parents assume it is only a celebrity thing to do, even my mum worried I’d end up with an Olympic athlete who didn’t want to mess up her body, and that it is very expensive, but neither of these assumptions are correct. Agencies will work with all sorts of intended parents (single, married, straight and gay) and come up with financial plans to help them. I was paid $27,000 plus expenses to carry and deliver the twins.

Carrying another woman’s child is unconventional, but I’d been interested in surrogacy for a long time and when, two years ago, I started to feel that hunger to carry a baby but my husband Taylon said our family was complete with our sons (Axton, 5, and Iker, 3), I started researching it seriously. I’d heard great things about the Reproductive Possibilities surrogacy agency and contacted them. After various discussions and tests, we agreed they would act as my agency, even though my husband was not supportive of my decision. Luckily, he came around.

It felt like I’d hired them as a dating service. They set me up on a call with one couple, but we didn’t feel good about them so we took it no further. But the second match felt right. Their personalities and beliefs were the same as ours. The intended father, in particular, at this early stage was amazing – I didn’t think men like him existed, he was a baby hungry as I was, desperate for a family. The intended mother had had cancer, which was in remission but she’d be on chemo pills for the rest of her life, and had had her eggs retrieved at diagnosis. Embryos had been waiting, frozen, for nine years before we met, and I had them inserted via in vitro inside me.

A few weeks later, we found out together, via FaceTime from the doctor’s office, that I was carrying twin boys. In that moment I felt the power of what a gift I was bestowing on this couple, and the amazingness of the puzzle we had made, putting a baby together within the human body. Finally, this couple – who’d been secretly stockpiling diapers and hiding them in their attic since before they had even met me, hoping one day to need them – could look to the future with hope. They decided to keep me and the process a secret from everyone except their parents, who were helping to pay for it, until the birth.

It’s easy to forget that raising a baby brings many stresses and worries, so one surprising pleasure I got from my whole surrogacy experience was not having to think about the future. Before the birth of my own children, I was nervous about choosing the right name, desperately trying to get the nursey finished, buying supplies.

This time, I got to enjoy the pregnancy. I could lie around being lazy and not have to nervously anticipate the next stages. And I was lucky to have cool intended parents. Some won’t allow carriers to dye their hair, wear nail polish – but mine were totally fine with the already healthy lifestyle I was living and didn’t say I couldn’t do anything. No rules or regulations. I just added a pre-natal vitamin to my daily diet.

We kept in touch via Facebook and text, I’d message them photos and tell them if the twins moved, and FaceTime them from doctor’s appointments so they could feel like they were there, then at 25 weeks they flew in to Utah from New York to attend a doctor’s appointment with me.

The hardest was explaining my bump to my little boys, telling them that these babies weren’t their little brothers and that they’d be moving to New York as soon as they were born. The biggest relief was finding out I was carrying two boys. I already had my two boys so handing over two more was easier on everyone than if they had been girls because I’ve always wanted a daughter.

On the day of the birth, I hung out with the intended parents in a hospital room until I had to go into the operating theatre for the C section. I was only allowed one person in with me and I chose my husband, which I felt guilty about. But I needed him, and they got to watch the birth through a window, and they were the first people to hold the boys. They took them home after two days, while I stayed in hospital for two more recovering.

I was prepared to say goodbye to them and hadn’t got emotionally attached to the babies while I was carrying them so I didn’t cry or feel sad. A fellow surrogate told me to think of it as an extended babysitting job that would end after nine months and that was invaluable as I watched this new family of four walk away. I was always clear with myself that I was doing this for someone else, but my sister, who’d been staying with us to look after my sons, was an emotional mess.

My milk came in three days after I gave birth, and I stuffed my bra with cabbage leaves and only had pain for a couple of days. The parents didn’t want any breast milk so I never pumped, and my breasts only took a couple of weeks to dry up. Nursing was the one thing I missed.

I’d be very sad if they ever decided to shut me out of their lives – I made sure it was in my agency contract that the intended parents have to stay in touch and send one photo a year until their 18th birthday – but I don’t think it will ever happen. They send me photos every day, and it’s amazing to see how those boys are loved. Life moves on and contact will taper off a little but we will forever feel an emotional connection. We are an unconventional extended family now, two circles entwined.

The most important piece of advice I’d give any woman thinking of becoming a surrogate is to think long and hard about whether her own family is complete. Things can go wrong during pregnancy or childbirth so make sure you are completely done. Nothing is guaranteed. You need to be physically and mentally aware of what the process involves. But I don’t regret it for a second, and would do it again. The journey was nerve-wracking at times, all four of us worried that everything would be okay, but when I saw the couple with their babies for the first time, all I could feel was joy.”