When I had Kick and returned to work people would see me on the street and ask, “Where the baby?” It took everything in my body not to respond OH HOLY SHIT. THE BABY. WHERE IS SHE? DID I LEAVE HER IN STARBUCKS? BABY?! WHERE ARE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOU?! THANK GOD YOU NOTICED. IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN DAYS BEFORE I LOOKED FOR HER.
Oh yes. I love it when this happens. Somebody actually came into my office, asked where Klara was, and looked around the office. Like I was hiding her under the desk or in a drawer during class hours.


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