I'm lying in the bath resting my aching bones after dragging Sarah around the city with Jefferson in tow. I did it, I abused Jake's credit card shamelessly and bought a mountain of stuff for my growing tadpole and its swelling vessel, in the form of cute maternity clothes. I was a woman on a mission, pushed and encouraged by Sarah and her undying enthusiasm, gushing over the cutest baby items ever. I don't have an ounce of guilt over it either.
Okay so maybe this baby thing is finally real. I'm starting to feel … Dare I say it … Excited. It's the bootee aisle in the baby shop that did it.
I skim my hands over my stomach, that little inner tingle expanding some more, only this time I stop and analyze what this weird feeling is, the one that comes anytime I allow my thoughts to land on thi
