The morning of the trip arrives far too quickly. I wake up with a mix of nervous anticipation and an odd sense of calm. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind, between preparing for the baby and spending more time with Ryan, I’ve barely had a moment to catch my breath. Now, here I am, standing at the edge of what feels like a defining moment.
I pack my bags with slow, deliberate movements, trying to calm the bubbling anxiety inside me. Clothes for the weekend, some light reading to distract myself, and of course the baby’s bag just in case I have an early delivery. I am six weeks away from my estimated delivery date, but anything can happen. Including Helen stressing me.
My hand brushes against the soft fabric of a onesie as I fold it and place it in the suitcase. A small smile tugs a
