Christy may be abandoning me, but at least I have the company of The Twins to console me.
I can count on them to catch my tears, as well as the cupcake crumbs that will be showering them as I try to fill the Christy-shaped void in my heart with refined carbohydrates. They should stick around for the remaining eight weeks of my pregnancy, then nearly burst during postpartum engorgement, be rejected by my baby, and promptly shrivel back to wrinkly shells of their former selves.
Talk about a bright side.
(Photo taken by Angella. It really does pay to have photographer friends.)