Yesterday I think she was mentally ready to have the baby. She’s been upbeat about the whole experience, taking pictures of her growing belly every week. She even put headphones on her stomach a few times. Playing Modest Mouse, one of my favorite bands, through the speakers. She looked insanely fucking happy when using her stomach as a tray table. Eating popcorn and double fudge ice cream that way. I can list off a million other moments where she smiled. Where she laughed and paused to intake the second, the minute—our lives.
