Chapter Fourteen
LISA
August 1st
It's still dark when I'm startled awake by a dull pain low in my back and pressure deep inside me that I've never felt before. The baby. This is definitely not a Braxton-Hicks. Holy hell, it's intense. How in god's name will my body stretch enough to allow a bowling ball to come out? Once it passes, I set the timer on my phone while my brain jumps in ten different directions.
I'm gripped by a paralyzing fear that I can't do this, that I will f**k up my child, that I'll be destitute, that I won't be able to bring my A-game to the enormity of parenting. I haven't put the baby bed together, or the swing. The room that's going to be the nursery still has my drafting table, easel and canvasses stacked against one wall. The carseat I finally bought is still i
