The Day a Simple Pottery Class Changed My Marriage Forever
I’m pregnant with my second baby, and everyone kept warning me that the second time would feel different. My mom said it in that knowing tone mothers use when they’re just waiting for you to admit they were right.
“You’ll be more emotional,” she predicted confidently.
I rolled my eyes at her dramatic certainty.
As it turns out, she wasn’t entirely wrong. But the storm of emotions had nothing to do with pregnancy hormones or my unborn child.
It came from discovering my husband’s double life.
Just Wanting to Hide
This pregnancy has felt heavier in ways I didn’t expect. All I’ve wanted to do is sink into the couch with greasy takeout and give in to whatever craving the baby throws at me that hour.
Hiding felt easier than socializing. Safer, too.
But Ava—my best friend and self-appointed pregnancy cheerleader—wasn’t about to let me disappear.
“I found this adorable pottery studio,” she announced one afternoon while blending me a strawberry smoothie and lecturing me, as usual, about self-care.
My swollen feet rested on her coffee table, aching from another long day.
“They host pottery parties,” she continued. “You sign up, paint something cute, hang out with other women.”
