I can be in some of the happiest situations and my mind drifts off to her. It's hard. It's just been hard. I don't know. I keep thinking I am going to get better.

I should have told my mom. She should have known this. I didn't feel like telling people I was pregnant. It did seem weird to tell people when she was the first one I should have told.

I have a 30-minute drive to work and almost every day I cry all the way to work and all the way home. It is just a lonely place for me.

I wait for the next opportunity to have something to do with food. If I get rested, my mind just starts creating new dishes - click, click, click.

There's a lot to take in.

I really feel like I helped myself at the combine. To be able to play against the best in the country, and stay right with them, I think that helped me. I thought I might go later, around (selection number) 24 or 25. But 17 works.