A Sunrise Intuition; Sneaking Out at Thirty-four
There I sat, on my parent’s brisk toilet the day after Christmas, unwrapping a second pregnancy test for good measure. (Exactly how I imagined holidays in my mid-thirties). How wild would this be? Adam and I aren’t even 48 hours into our engagement and a frickin’ baby?! So much for an engagement party with the build-your-own tequila station I dreamt of last night…
