(On pregnancy photoshoots)

Sanila: I don’t ever want to look like that again, why would I want photos?

Sanila: Oh god, is this what rock bottom feels like?

Sanila: She was like, “I wanted to go to Shake Shack” and that was the main reason she got her passport.

Me: (throws paper into bin) YEESSSSS! IT WENT IN!

Sanila: That’s what she said.

Me: I’m gonna buy this throw, it’s gonna be the love of my life.

Sanila: All the cuddles without the drama.

Sanila: WE’RE ALL CRAZY. WHY DO YOU THINK WE GET ALONG SO WELL?

Me: I’m pretty pleased at how accurate my nomenclature is.

Sanila: Holy shit. He does look evil. Slightly unhinged.

Sanila: Scared is good. It’ll keep pushing you.