Naomi-. As the saying goes, that when life gives you lemons you make lemonade. But this isn’t lemons at all, this is real and no lemonade is coming out of it. “It’s nothing out of the ordinary Naomi. But congratulations, you’re just a week and four days pregnant Dr. Houston beams at me and suddenly I can’t feel my legs I pause, slowly dropping the bottle of lemonade in my hand. Hald on No way. I immediately burst out laughing, trying to understand the crap my doctor’s spitting right now. “You’re joking, right?” My voice is soft as I take a proper seat on the hospital bed.
