So I realized today that it's been almost a month since I've heard from the babydaddy. It's an odd mixture of feelings caught between relief at not having had to deal with him, hope of this lasting, and fear because I know eventually it will have to end and I'll have to deal with him. Part of me hopes he'll just let this go, but most of me knows that he won't. Asking for prayers for things to go smoothly with him when the time finally comes to talk again. One thing's for sure though, if he thinks he'll be anywhere near that delivery room when the baby comes, he is sadly mistaken.
On another note, I thought I'd post a pic of what little baby bump I've gotten.