Sasha

I was throwing up right, left and centre this morning. Dexter was out at seven, so luckily he didn’t see me hanging over the toilet. He normally didn’t work Saturdays, but because of our holiday he had a backlog of things that he had to take care of. The pregnancy news came like a storm in the middle of a sunny day and I wasn’t sure what to do, how to feel about the fact that there was a tiny part of Dex inside my womb. I should have told him last night in the shower, but I got scared. He was doing all these wonderful things to my...