Out on a Limb

by Hannah Bonam-Young

That’s how men get you. A false sense of comfort, and then boom—ten months later you’re telling people you have allergies to avoid explaining your red-rimmed eyes again.

Independence is a virtue, and one that is best learned without too many hard lessons. My logic will always have to reconcile against my foolish, helpless heart. And I think logic will win in the end. I can make sure of that. So I shut my eyes and will myself to sleep well. Determined to not lose sleep over any man. No matter how wonderful he may seem.

But truthfully, I can’t help but wonder…is anyone ever ready for a kid?

“You can’t change anything by hiding it. You’ll just look back on memories and realize you tried to erase yourself. And how sad that would be.”

At least, given that we’ll have to spend—you know—forever in proximity, he’s not entirely intolerable.

“Bo seeing everything”—Sarah gestures wildly with an open palm toward my hips—“is how you got into this situation.”

HAHAHAHA

“No wonder you got pregnant. The guy had a direct line of sight to your ovaries! A clean shot!”

KOCAK BANGET!!!!!!!