It has been over a week since I woke up, and I'm feeling a lot better than I was. Brax still keeps fussing over me, not wanting to leave my side even though I keep telling him I'm fine. He's had the doctor out to see me a few times, and he just wants to make sure that the baby and I are doing okay. Which, just like I keep telling him and the doctor, we are perfectly fine. I've got a little belly now, and I've felt a few kicks, which is a crazy feeling but also amazing. Brax has already started building its bedroom right next to our new bedroom, apparently. I don't really know why we need a new bedroom Braxs room is just fine, but he keeps telling me we need something that is ours and special, so I just go along with it.
I've been trying my hardest to stay away from Ava. I just can't get r
