| Author: | Holly Chamberlin | ISBN: | 9780758288219 |
| Publisher: | Kensington Books | Publication: | June 1, 2006 |
| Imprint: | Kensington Books | Language: | English |
| Author: | Holly Chamberlin |
| ISBN: | 9780758288219 |
| Publisher: | Kensington Books |
| Publication: | June 1, 2006 |
| Imprint: | Kensington Books |
| Language: | English |
And To Think Pink Was Once My Favorite Color. . .
Then the two pink lines appeared. Pink, as in positive. . .as in pregnant. . .as in pure, unadulterated panic. This wasn't supposed to happen: I'm scheduled to marry the handsome, successful, and very appropriate Ross Davis in six months. Unfortunately, while Ross may not rock my world with kitchen-table sex, his technique worked well enough to put a bun in my thirtysomething oven. . .
Don't get me wrong, babies are great--in theory. But I enjoyed my life the way it was. Loved my job, my rooftop apartment, my friends; was having fun planning my wedding and gazing at my pretty three-carat diamond. I didn't need anything more. . .did I? Well, whatever I needed, here's what I currently have: A nasty case of morning sickness, a future mother-in-law obsessed with "Ross's Baby," and a custom-designed wedding dress I'll soon be too fat to wear.
Now, as I burst the seams on my pencil skirts, I'm trying to take some small comfort in the fact that one is never too bloated for a really cute purse. But impending motherhood also has me reassessing more than my wardrobe--and wondering how fast I can finish growing up. . .
And To Think Pink Was Once My Favorite Color. . .
Then the two pink lines appeared. Pink, as in positive. . .as in pregnant. . .as in pure, unadulterated panic. This wasn't supposed to happen: I'm scheduled to marry the handsome, successful, and very appropriate Ross Davis in six months. Unfortunately, while Ross may not rock my world with kitchen-table sex, his technique worked well enough to put a bun in my thirtysomething oven. . .
Don't get me wrong, babies are great--in theory. But I enjoyed my life the way it was. Loved my job, my rooftop apartment, my friends; was having fun planning my wedding and gazing at my pretty three-carat diamond. I didn't need anything more. . .did I? Well, whatever I needed, here's what I currently have: A nasty case of morning sickness, a future mother-in-law obsessed with "Ross's Baby," and a custom-designed wedding dress I'll soon be too fat to wear.
Now, as I burst the seams on my pencil skirts, I'm trying to take some small comfort in the fact that one is never too bloated for a really cute purse. But impending motherhood also has me reassessing more than my wardrobe--and wondering how fast I can finish growing up. . .
