Eddie is almost two.
We both turn 33 this year.
We need a newer, bigger vehicle.
The basement has to get finished.
Miss Amy might not be able to take Eddie full time in the fall, let alone add one.
Cort is concerned with my anxiety dealing with one child.
I am on medication.
My job is uncertain.
Cort’s job doesn’t pay very much yet.
We both have jobs.
I have been putting too much pressure on my writing self.
Eddie is not my baby anymore. He is my big boy.
Three pregnancies. One baby. Can a miracle happen again?
I can’t even bring myself to pick up the toys.
Yes, we are thinking about it.
No, we are not acting on it.
I think I will take a nap.
Maybe it will all solve itself.
My words fail me.
Your words are unreadable to me right now.
Please don’t leave.
