You were 8 months pregnant with yours and your husband’s John’s baby. Your bump was huge and your emotions were totally out of wack, you cried over small things all the time

You were at home and were just painting your nails when you ran out of polish, leaving your pinky finger with no baby blue. You being you, started to cry thinking you looked stupid

So you get up going into your husbands home office. “John..” you say