Chapter 47 Hatchet

• Annie
• As much as I love this baby inside me, this little plum inside me loves to put me through hell--or something close to it. We’re only a few days from my first ultrasound and I’m constantly tired. What I told Daniel wasn’t a lie. I’m always exhausted. I want to do nothing but sleep, and when I don’t want to sleep, I’m leaning over a toilet spewing my guts all over the inside of the porcelain bowl. It’s kind of ridiculous and I can’t wait until I can see Dr. Henrietta because I’m going to ask her if all of this is normal or if there is something wrong. I can’t help but be paranoid that there’s something wrong with the baby, even though I have read nothing to suggest there is.
• I’m laying on the bed, watching a crime show on a streaming service-- Daniel got me a subscription to every single one out there it seems like-- with Baxter curled up beside me, laying his head on my bump, when there’s a knock at the door. Not only has Daniel been very protective, but Baxter, who grows more and more every day, seems to never leave my side when I’m in the suite. He’s always making sure I’m okay and even growled and barked at one of the guards when they got too close to me and wouldn’t let up until they stepped back. Now his little head rests lightly over my bump, like he’s keeping watch over it. I took a picture earlier and posted it to my social media, knowing people would get a kick out of it. I haven’t checked but I’m sure it’s viral by now. I’d almost be disappointed if it wasn’t.