Plans never work out the way you think they’re going to, especially with babies. You try and try to get pregnant, and you can’t. And then a baby comes when you least expect it. Probably because you didn’t plan it. Plans don’t mean anything.
It’s only three weeks, so I shouldn’t even be telling you. I mean, I still have a hostile uterus, and terrible things have been constantly happening to us…. which is why I haven’t told anyone, I haven’t even told Cristina. So, if you tell anyone, I swear I will kick you out of house that you’ve built.