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Armand
It’s a rough winter. Alexandra’s gone to ground. I’ve got specialists tracking her, but nothing yet.
Cooped up in the house, we can’t get away from my mother’s nosiness and endless meddling. I have to shoo her away from Daniela multiple times; her hunger for another grandchild has her ignoring my wife’s comfort and boundaries entirely. And every time I shoo her off, we end up in an argument.
But it’s worth it, because at least Daniela’s less unhappy.
There’s a crib and playpen in Daniela’s room now, and a closet full of maternity clothes. She’s getting huge. The kid’s healthy. They’re giving us a due date of early to mid-March.
We’re getting along better, too. It’s not like it was before the wedding, but she’s no longer acting like she can’t stand to be in the same room wit
