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Please do not:
~ ask me what I’m going to do – I don’t know yet.
~ tell me that I have options, meaning can have an abortion – I’m pro-choice and I choose not to.
~ be excited – it’s too early to say anything resembling woohoo or congrats, since this is by all accounts the most unplanned thing, ever.
~ lecture – I’m lecturing myself far more than you ever could and have been for 19 days.
Please do:
~ feel free to say an ‘oh, ________.’ – I am.
~ think happy thoughts – and then share them with me.
~ tell me that whatever it works out to be, I can do this – cuz I think I can, but I don’t know it.
~ share opinions that I’ll have a beautiful kiddo – that’s just a tad less extreme and a tad more lax than Isobel.
~ give me tips on how to move Isobel to the big girl bed – cuz I might be needing her crib in nine months.
~ tell me HTF that I could do this alone – and give me strength to not mindlessly take the moving back in together route if JDawg offers it.

