'No one ever tells you how raw your throat gets when they talk about morning sickness. Sure, they mention how horrible it is and whatever, but they never tell you the little bits.'
My eyes moved from the beach to my stomach. It was still flat—aside from some light bloating that probably wasn’t even visible to anyone else. I wondered when that bloat would become bump—when it’ll be obvious to everyone else that there’s a tiny baby in there.
I lifted my dress up over my hips and ran my finger across the skin above the waistband of my bikini briefs. It was smooth, hot, perfectly unmarred.
'How long do I have until it changes? Until the beauty of what’s inside reflects in permanent markings that will only ever fade? How long do I have until I’m no longer me?'
“It’s not every day I get to finish work and come home to my girlfriend s