The time has come. The mini chalkboards urging visitors to vote whether you’re having a child is up. The display detailing wives that are old tales is prepared. Together with red and blue snacks, balloons, and candy all marked with white concern markings have been in their rightful places.
Guests start to show up and butterflies flutter. Or—wait—was that a kick through the small one baking in your range? Ow! Undoubtedly a kick.
A buddy you’ve understood since senior high school takes one have a look at you, now seven-and-a-half-months expecting, clicks her teeth, and says definitively, “It’s a lady.” She walks over to the chalkboard to vote as you let a sigh out. You’ve been told it’s simpler to have kid, because they’re just easier.
You start to feel everyone’s curious minds and hungry eyes you realize it’s time on you, and. Continue reading