A whirlwind picks up around my life, and soon, it’s been over a month since Ryan lost in divorce court. As the days rush by me, I finally begin to show under my clothes. I’m heading into the second trimester, and while some symptoms have lessened, cravings become my newest hurdle.
My coworkers and friends continue to press me once they realized I was pregnant. “Is it a boy or a girl?”
I shrug each time. “It’s healthy, that’s all I care about.”
Some people laugh it off, but others continue to tease me. It’s all in good fun, I know that. Now that Ryan’s no longer part of my life, I’ve actually begun to heal from the trauma I’ve been through.
“It’s a good escape,” I tell Annie and Lily one night. We’re eating pizza and have some reality TV show on in the background.
“A good escape?
