Nine months.
That was all it had taken for my entire world to rearrange itself around two people.
My husband.
And our son, whom I had not even met yet.
Jude, however, remained as stubborn as ever.
Every morning became the exact same conversation.
“You’re staying home.”
“No.”
“Jude.”
“Adrian.”
“You are almost nine months pregnant.”
“I am also a doctor.”
“You can be a doctor after our son decides to stop using your ribs as a trampoline.”
He laughed.
“I only have consultations today.”
“You need help putting your shoes on.”
“I can still think.”
“I’m not questioning your brain.”
“Good.”
“I’m questioning your judgement.”
“My judgement is excellent.”
I sighed.
“My judgement says you’re impossible.”
He smiled so brightly that it became impossible to stay annoyed.
“I’ll be c
