Chapter 20 Georgia
Freema,
If I have to swallow one more cup of herbal tea, I’ll scream. I want caffeine. I want sugar. I’m prepared to throw a tantrum if they try to take away my dark chocolate.
Please, please, please, use your medical knowledge for good and tell them one cup a day is fine.
-G
Six months pregnant was no joke. Her slight baby bump grew, seemingly overnight, and now nothing fit. Not her black pants, the professional suit jacket or white blouse she planned to wear for the Isteimlas party. The gray-and-blue-striped wrap dress would work, even if it felt too casual.
She fussed with the belt and the fabric gapped at the front of the dress. Her boobs were definitely bigger. A safety pin kept her modesty in check, but she disliked the gleam of metal against the fabric. Mayb
