"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"I always had been a light sleeper, so despite his gentle steps I still woke as he moved about. Within a few minutes, he came to my side and laid a goodbye kiss upon my lips. 'Have a good day, sweetie.' He whispered. 'Love you'...It wasn’t the kind of goodbye I liked."
"I was in absolute shock. Here is as healthy, very active 41-year-old man that works out all the time and I had just saw joking around with me 30 minutes ago, now laying on a gurney... My mind went blank."
“My husband and I have agreed that when I’m done having babies, I can at least get a lift, if not a full-blown boob job,” Miranda announced casually in the middle of our breastfeeding conversation.
"I wasn’t supposed to look like this. Or feel like this. I was supposed to look like I was 24 again. The same girl who you dated for years before we got pregnant. The girl who never cared if we left the lights on. That girl never came back. She took my confidence. She ran with my flat stomach. She took all the good parts of me and now she’s gone."
