LUCY
Sixteen Weeks
Lucy: Avocado, baby! Woot woot!
Noah:You beat me to it this morning.
Lucy:Well, I’ve been waiting to hit avocado status for a while, LOL!
Noah:…typing
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Noah:Why?
Lucy:I don’t know. Because avocados are great?! Or maybe because it feels like a pretty significant size, you know? Like, she’s really making headway in there now.
Noah:SHE?! It could still very easily turn out to be a HE.
Lucy:Agree to disagree.
Noah:That’s not how that works.
Lucy:Whatever, a mother knows these things…
Noah:So, you’re confident that it’s a girl then?
Lucy:Uh huh, yep. It’s a little lady in there.
Noah:I guess we’ll see, won’t we?
Lucy:I guess we will. But all kidding aside, which are you hoping for?
Noah:I don’t care. I’ll just be happy for a healthy baby and a smooth delivery for you.
Lucy:Awww!?
Lucy:But no, seriously, you can tell me. Screw the diplomatic response!!
Noah:That’s the truth. A little boy would be amazing. I could teach him to play football and build cars with him. That would be pretty cool.
Noah:But on the flip side, the thought of a sweet little girl with your wild hair and hazel eyes, and your fun fiery personality?
Noah:Well, I can’t think of anything more perfect.
Lucy:…typing
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My heart squeezes in my chest as I re-read Noah’s text for the tenth time today. A little girl just like me would be perfect?
The knock on the door startles me out of my daydream and my stomach grumbles loudly in response. I dart over to the door and fling it open.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yessssss,” I hiss in excitement.
