Another month and a half passed in a monotony of the same - get up, shower, eat, lounge on the couch watching TV or reading, eat again, wander aimlessly around the house for a while, complain how bored I was, eat some more, then finally go to bed. Nothing new or exciting had happened since Valentine's Day when Trent took me shopping.
Thankfully, I only had a month left in this pregnancy, and I couldn't wait for it to be over. While I was excited to be a mom, being pregnant sucked. Rarely anyone came to visit anymore - I had no idea if that was Trent's doing or if everyone was just too busy with their own lives. Either way, I hated being so isolated from my friends and family.
My dad and Larissa called weekly to check in. Dad was doing a lot better, and I was grateful for that. He swore he hadn't seen Rector again since the heart attack, and I had no reason not to believe him. I still worried, though.