My entire body is shaking with excitement as I type this post. One of my favorite series of ALL TIME has gotten new covers. Beautiful covers. Covers that take me all the way back to February of 2012 when I discovered That Boy and by default, Jillian Dodd. THANK GOD FOR THAT. I have been waiting years, years I say, for this amazing story to continue. Now I can see it, almost touch it. IT'S COMING SPRING 2015!! That Baby not only has a cover, but an exclusive excerpt for me to share!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!! Check out these amazing new covers and don't forget to enter for a chance to win a signed copy of That Boy and That Wedding. If you haven't read this amazing series. Do it. DO IT NOW!
That Boy (That Boy #1) by Jillian Dodd
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That Wedding (That Boy #2) by Jillian Dodd
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That Baby (That Boy #3) by Jillian Dodd
Release Date: Spring 2015
I wake up stilling feeling kinda crappy, but I don’t puke! I’m thinking, Thank you, God, but, still, where is Mother Nature when you need her?
Still no period, and I’m starting to believe that maybe I am pregnant. Phillip says that since I am still sick or whatever, that he will unpack, while I watch and tell him where I want stuff.
So we do that.
And I can’t help it. The thought actually crosses my mind that it might be cool if I were pregnant. I know the timing is not right at all, but Phillip is so amazing, so sweet, so good to me. It seems kind of selfish of me to want to hog all that love and keep it for myself. He’s going to be a great dad and a wonderful husband, of that I have no doubt.
And this afternoon, when he drives twenty-two miles to get me what Danny dubs as the best chicken noodle soup in Kansas City, I almost want to cry because I feel so lucky and loved.
We sit at our new kitchen table and eat warm, soft dinner rolls, and the amazing chicken soup together.
I know I look like shit. I haven’t showered or brushed my hair in two days, but Phillip doesn’t seem to care. He still looks at me like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world.
I’m so seriously lucky.
I also seriously have to pee.
It is at this point in my life that I realize Mother Nature has a very warped sense of humor.
My period has arrived.
And I should be relieved. I should be jumping with joy happy.
I should go out screaming, Phillip, it’s okay!! My period is here!! Lets celebrate!
But that’s not how I’m feeling.
I feel, well, I’m still trying to wrap my head around how I’m feeling. Because the way I’m feeling is a shock even to myself. I’m feeling, um, well, I’m feeling quite sad actually.
I’m feeling let down.
And I have no idea why.
I walk back out to the living room and tell Phillip quietly, “I just got my period.”
He looks kinda crushed, and I just start bawling.
I know most of us women get a little weepy feeling when our hormones are doing whatever it is that they do when we get our periods. I always tend to feel fat, ugly, and sorry for myself. When I went on the pill in college, that seemed to help those symptoms lessen, and I’m lucky that I rarely even get cramps anymore.
But this is more than hormones, this is sadness.
I can’t believe I’m thinking this, but I think I might be sad I’m not pregnant.
And I can see disappointment written all over Phillip’s face. He really looks like he could cry.
I start blubbering to Phillip, “I’m sorry, Phillip, I’m sorry I let you down, I know you wanted me to be, and I wasn’t sure, and now I’m like so sad that I’m not, and I love you, and blabber, blabber, blabber.” I don't even know what I’m saying.
Phillip holds me tight and just listens. When I’m done blathering on, he says, “It’s okay. I’m not mad, but I will admit I got a little excited about the possibility. Maybe we learned something?”
“Like what?” I sob.
“That maybe we don’t need to wait? Like maybe you are ready, we’re ready?”
“Yeah, maybe we are."
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