February 7th: 15 weeks pregnant is 15 weeks too many to be jumping around at the trampoline park.
February 13th: Part of me hopes that it's a boy because I love the name that we picked out and because I read an article years ago that said children get along better when they're the opposite sex. And also because maybe a boy would be calmer. Which is also why I think it's a girl, because there's no way that life is giving me any sort of calm.
February 27th: I held a newborn today and it wasn't awful. I maybe even enjoyed it a little.
YOU ARE READING
Know My Pain
Non-FictionTo Fiadh. I love you. This next part you're going to have to do on your own.
