Sarah
I stand in the doorway of what will soon be the nursery. I rest my hand on the bump that's just started to show beneath my t-shirt.
Tomorrow, I have a doctor's appointment, and since I am in my twelfth week of pregnancy, I can finally hear my baby's heartbeat.
I can't wait.
I try to picture a crib against the wall, stuffed animals piled in a corner. The doorbell rings and breaks my trance.
Rebecca's early.
"I brought presents," Rebecca announces when I open the door. She's hidden behind bags from the hardware store and a tray of iced coffees. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a messy bun, strands escaping around her face like she's been running her fingers through it.
"Is one of those decaf?" I ask, eyeing the coffee.
"Duh." She pushes past me into the apartment, dropping the bags with a clatter. "One boring, flavorless decaf for the baby mama."
I take the cup she offers and nod gratefully.
