Maybe?

No.  I can't.

Monday morning.  The first of what could be many OB appointments.  Jen woke up feeling emotionally numb and physically ill.  She spent the early morning hours wandering around the house on autopilot.  Alex watched her every move, but she didn't notice.  They sat in bed together, drinking coffee slowly and silently.  Time has a way of moving forward ( Read more... )

Saturday night, after Alex has crashed on the floor in the living room, Jenny retreats upstairs.  She's worn out from the crying and the fighting and just generally being unable to keep her eyes open.  But she's so lost and desperate.  She crawls back into bed and digs her phone out of wherever it was hiding in the blankets.  She could call Heather ( Read more... )

Jen had done a good job of avoiding Alex for the rest of the day.  But now she was out of ginger tea and had been for a while.  Her stomach is doing rolls and she really wants to get a new mug of tea in the hopes of calming the nausea.  But that meant going downstairs and possibly running into her idiot husband.  She has even less desire to throw ( Read more... )