I woke up bright and super early and super GEEKED about potentially meeting my son today!! I am ready to pop, and it can happen at any moment. I probably won’t be as excited when it happens because who loves pain? But my baby! I want to see him!!
Mommy must have awakened with the same excitement because I found her spaced out in the nursery. I joined her, and we daydreamed about him together. Dwayne interrupted me with a dumb text asking if my quintuplets were here yet. He’s so stupid.
“It’s him, isn’t it?” she asked. “He’s the one you took to the jungle.”
Talk about being blindsided! She’s been trying to figure it out still this whole time?
She gasped. “You slept with him, didn’t you?!”
I couldn’t tell if she was appalled, proud, or just looking for salacious gossip.
“Be careful with that. You two are awfully close.”
I don’t appreciate what she implied. Did she doubt my commitment to my marriage? Did she get Dwayne and Devonte mixed up? What on earth does she think about me??
