It’s been a few days since the appointment, and I’ve been trying to settle back into my routine, but everything feels different now. Every quiet moment, my mind drifts back to that afternoon at the clinic, the sound of our baby’s heartbeat, Ryan’s hand in mine, the warmth of his smile when he heard we were having a girl. It all plays in a loop, mingling with the cautious optimism I feel for what might lie ahead.
I have kept things light with Ryan since then, exchanging a few texts here and there about the baby, but we haven’t talked about anything too serious. It feels like we’re both treading carefully, trying to navigate this new territory without rushing into anything too fast. And yet, I can’t shake the feeling that something has shifted between us.
It’s a Thursday afternoon, and I’m
