Surely it'll all get better
Didn't believe it until now
Love is as gooey as they say
- Jacqueline
One week after the move I was repeatedly hauled from the nursery and either Silvia or Silas had to stay home with me to make sure I was not inhaling the paint fume and bothering the interior decorator for the babies room.
Today was a rare Saturday where my husbands didn't have any urgent business dealings on the weekends and they both stayed home with me.
"But I just want to..." I argued, rubbing my belly trying to get my husbands to let me supervise the nursery closely.
"No," Grady cut in.
"It's only..." I was still stubbornly trying to get my point across.
"No," Percy quickly shut down whatever excuse I was trying to make.
I hated myself for falling on my ass the day of the move b
