Samantha
It’s a sunny fall morning as I get ready for the ribbon-cutting ceremony. I am nearly six months pregnant, and this pup feels ready to escape.
I have been able to move more in the last few weeks. A swift kick to my ribs makes me hiss.
“What’s wrong, Mommy?” Kade asks.
“Little sister just kicked hard,” I say, grabbing my clothes. “I’m going to be in the bathroom getting ready, alright?”
Kade has gotten better about his separation anxiety. He still hasn’t been able to go to school, but I can leave the room as long as he can hear my voice. “Okay,” he says while playing with his new cars.
“Samantha,” My mother calls as I step into the bathroom. She came to help me in the last few weeks of my pregnancy.
“Mommy is in the bathroom,” Kade says.
Mom steps into the bathroom, “I see
