Call it pregnancy hormones or just boredom and trying not to stress think, bath became my next favorite.

One sweat drop and I am in the tub.

I don't like the smell of tea and I am washing again!

Gosh! It was fucking 3 am and I snuck out to soak in the tub.

The guest bathroom smelled like rosehip and chamomile. I stood in front of the large vanity mirror, the soft golden lights casting a warm glow over my face. One week out of the hospital, and my body still felt like it belonged to someone else - slower, heavier, more fragile.

Could be just mood swings, or...