Chris's visit.

Nineteen.19.

It's been a tiring day all along. Today is one of the worst days. Coping with the pregnancy stress and hormonal disturbance and my fucking boss.

I've been eating and craving food like a pig. Courtney has kicked and laughed her ass out and wouldn't stop singing 'soon-to-be-mother' in my ears. The crazy girl downloaded some lullabies for me to learn. Courtney is stupid.

With all this hectic work, I still have to put up at Lucas's place for dinner. His overdotting mother wouldn't stop asking after me.

She wants me to move in as early as yesterday but that won't be possible.

I have to find out some answers before moving in to stay with my one-year husband and his mother.

The thought of meeting Mrs Beverly tonight made me restless. She's too comforting and accepting that you won't even want to make a mistake around her for fear that she might change.

I pondered on what I was going to wear and how to approach her.

Speaking of what to wear, I don't know. I would have a