The Halloween Party (pt. 1)
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and pretty much in the blink of an eye, it was the end of the last week of October. Two months had gone by, and I was now five months pregnant. It was now impossible to hide my pregnancy belly, mostly because I looked like I was already between seven to nine months pregnant with a single baby, so my time was spent working from home.
I had moved back into my downtown apartment in order to give myself room to work and live without having to hide my belly at every point and turn. I was barely leaving the house as it was because my belly was beginning to poke through my winter coat. All I was really excited about was being out of the miscarriage red zone, and that my babies were safe and healthy. During my last checkup, doctor Sanderson said that it looked like I would be carrying to full term.