In fact, she used to consider herself quite an optimistic person. Perky even. She groaned and rolled over, pulling the rumpled sheet over her head. She couldn’t face them – not today when they would display their misshapen jewelry and handmade cards full of love and bad spelling like gold medals of motherhood. Then there would be the sympathetic looks and arched eyebrows – the ever-present question on everyone’s minds. Any news yet? “Hey, sleepyhead. You ever getting up?” Daniel pulled the sheet off of her and kissed the top of her head. She rolled over again. Opening her eyes, she studied him as he walked away and into the hallway. He’d been up and dressed hours ago. Already taken his five-mile run, showered, eaten his egg white omelet and was now, no doubt, scouring the house for some chore that needed doing. His efficiency exhausted her. She sighed and swung her legs to the side of the bed. She scratched a mosquito bite and felt the stubble on her leg.
