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SARA: Ha! Well, it’s earlier for you than me, so I don’t have as much time as you.
CHARLI: LOL Okay. How about I pick you up about eight? Does that work?
SARA: Sure. Want to see if Whitney and Laurel want to come? Laurel’s pissed the doctor wouldn’t let her travel with the team. We might need to cheer her up.
CHARLI: How about you text them and ask while I shower?
SARA: I’ll let you know what they say.
CHARLI: Tell them I can pick them up since it’s on the way.
SARA: Will do.
CHARLI: See you soon!
I put down my phone and go into the bathroom, turning on the shower.
The primary bathroom in our new house is the most decadent room I ever imagined. Miikka went all out with the house, putting small but important touches in almost every room. Everything from special lighting in the bedrooms to our very fancy generators to the cascading waterfall showerheads that make me feel like I’m in a spa.
I love the life Miikka and I are building, and having a baby is part of it, so I’m trying not to be grumpy about how shitty I feel. It’s hard to think about good things when I feel so awful physically, but I’m doing my level best.
The doctor said there are meds I can take to help with the nausea.
I’ve resisted so far because I don’t want to put anything in my system unless I have to. I might have to rethink that, though. I still have a long way to go, and I’m no good to anyone if I’m this grumpy.
Miikka and I are going to have to discuss it when he gets home.
Nothing is going to happen today, though.
Today I’m going to see my friends, and that usually cheers me up. I’m even going to put on makeup. If that doesn’t improve my mood, nothing will.
And I’ll keep telling myself that until it does.
Chapter 3
Sara
There are a lot of great things in my life, but other than my husband, the friends I made since coming to Alaska are at the top of my list. The other wives and girlfriends on the team are truly some of my favorite people in the world, and it’s so much fun hanging out with them. Even on a day like today when we’re all a little cranky and out of sorts. It might seem counterintuitive, but having your friends going through the misery of pregnancy at the same time helps.
“I swear, Gage is getting snipped after this,” Laurel grumbles, popping a huge bite of Belgian waffle in her mouth.
“You sure?” I tease her. “’Cause he’s said more than once he’ll have as many children as you’re willing to carry.”
“And there’s my out,” Laurel says, laughing. “I’m not willing to carry any more, so if he wants more, he’s going to have to find a surrogate or something. I’ve got a hockey team to wrangle. And those guys are nothing more than oversized toddlers sometimes. I don’t have the energy to grow a whole other human and whip them into shape. I’m not getting any younger.”
“The rest of us are on our first baby,” Whitney says, grimacing. “I don’t know if we can get away with just having one.”
“Aaron wants three,” I say, “but he understands it all depends on me. I’m not feeling nearly as shitty as the rest of you, but we’ll see how long that lasts.”
“You’re just about six months now, right?” Laurel asks.
I nod. “Due June fifth.”
“August twentieth,” Whitney said.
“September twenty-fifth,” Charli added.
“Yesterday,” Laurel mutters. “At least it feels like it.”
