It's a change I said I wanted but now that it's knocking on my front door, I'm flooded with tears and can't seem to get off the couch or put on makeup or a decent outfit.
Kadin told me yesterday that I looked like I just rolled out of bed. I had. He said you never leave the house like this. Like what? I had makeup on--just no lipstick. My mom always told me I looked much better with lipstick. And I was wearing sweats. What's wrong with wearing sweats all day on a rainy Sunday?
But once I arrived at the bookstore, a man who I've never met congratulated me on my pregnancy and asked how far along I was. "Seven, eight months?" he said. "Six," I told him.
I waddled home feeling insecure on too many levels.