YOU KICKED!
YOU KICKED!
YOU KICKED!
(Thank you!)
Iâm able to feel you kick now. Not all the time, but once in a while. At least every day since the first one I felt. Itâs weird. But very, very cool.
You are now the size of my palm, and you are practicing sucking and swallowing, which will be super important soon!
Itâs been a rough week, if Iâm being honest. My best friend and I arenât talking.
And it hurts.
Last week was also the five-year anniversary of my parentsâ deaths. I mentioned earlier that you have grandparents in heaven. They died in a car accident when I was a senior in high school.
Itâs weird how certain memories are ingrained in your mind. To this day, I can close my eyes and smell the popcorn in the hospital waiting room.
I really donât love hospitals, to be honest.
But I went twice for Lori. Once when they thought she was having a miscarriage and again when she was in labor.
And Iâm going for you.
I hope that my experience in having you turns my view of hospitals around. That Iâll start thinking of them as a place where miracles happen. Where babies are born. Where people get better.
You know, sometimes, people you think were your friends turn out not to be as good of friends as you thought they were. But, when you find ones who are true, cherish them.
And hereâs a life lesson for you: If you screw upâand you willâown up to it. Tell the people you care about that you made a mistake and apologize.
Because making excuses for your bad behavior is not okay. And it devalues your friendship.
So, even though Danny has forgiven Lori, I just canât. I could if she apologized. But she hasnât. Instead, I just hear excuses. She was stupid. It was her hormones. She was dumb.
And, even though Iâm being nice and saying itâs okay, itâs not okay.
And neither am I.