The Day of the Ultrasound
By five in the evening, Dawna was pacing. She wasn't really sure how she was going to make it through another hour and a half and she was quite sure she was driving everyone else in the house mad. Probably especially Edward, which would explain why he'd stalked off at least twice. Of course, her constant irritation and nagging wasn't helping. If it kept up, they were going to wind up shouting, loudly-maybe even hitting, and she was in no mood to explain bruises to the doctor at the ultrasound...
By five-thirty, she was curled up on the couch under a blanket trying not to throw up. By 5:45, she was asleep, her brows drawn together just a little even in sleep.
Six-thirty couldn't come fast enough. Or slow enough.
By five-thirty, she was curled up on the couch under a blanket trying not to throw up. By 5:45, she was asleep, her brows drawn together just a little even in sleep.
Six-thirty couldn't come fast enough. Or slow enough.