Tyson told me that his parents made plans for us all to meet for the Sunday after the ultrasound. I found it weird that he had to make actual plans, as in mark it on the calendar, in order to have an important conversation with his parents. I guess that was part of what he explained to me that his parents aren’t like mine. I really don’t know anything about his life other than his older brother’s name is Flynn.
Now I’m standing in front of my closet wondering what to wear. I’m assuming that since they called it a brunch that I should dress a little nicely. Unfortunately, that limits me down to two pairs of jeggings, a few tops, and definitely a cardigan. My clothes have all gotten so much tighter lately. Apparently the baby decided to have a growth spurt suddenly.
I sigh and pull
