Damn, this whole pregnancy thing is going to hurt like a bitch. You push gently against your abdomen. Is that an organ you feel, or a fetus? You know that there is no scientific way you’d be able to feel the pregnancy at this point, but you decide that you can anyway.
Millennial women want it all, but are up to the challenge of working for it.
I love you with a kind of love that is anxious. Anxious to see your smile and to hear your laugh. Anxious to hold your hand and give you a hug. More often than not, I just am anxious to know how you are, and to know that you are doing all right.
Tell me what the weather was like. Tell me if you killed people. Tell me the names of your friends’ girlfriends and how you passed the time and the color of the sky in the morning. Tell me all the things I never got to ask you, because I want to know.