JUDE: No
JUDE: Rachel
ARDEN: No
JUDE: Chloe
ARDEN: No
ARDEN: What if we decide on a girl name and I’ve been wrong this whole time and it’s actually a boy?
JUDE: Then we’ll have the second half of your pregnancy to figure it out
ARDEN: If it is a girl, are you sure you don’t want her name to be Harmony after your mom?
JUDE: No, I like Mom’s name for her middle name but I want our daughter to be her own person—have a name that’s all hers
ARDEN: You’re making me cry in the middle of this library, Country Rhodes
JUDE: There’s like six of those little tissue packets in your purse—you’re good
ARDEN: I hate when you’re practical
JUDE: I’ll make a note of it
JUDE: How’s the event?
ARDEN: Kat is so great with the kids—she’s excited and engaging and still manages to incorporate the adults without it seeming forced or overdone
JUDE: I can’t wait to read all about it
ARDEN: Ugh stop being sweet
JUDE: (picture of Dez wearing the cookie pajamas)
ARDEN: Not helping
JUDE: I disagree
JUDE: Octavia
ARDEN: No
ARDEN: I wonder if we’ll ever find one (crying emoji)
JUDE: Don’t worry, Tennessee, we’ll find one and it’ll be perfect
ARDEN: Stock up on tissues in the meantime
JUDE: Say no more
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ARDEN
Flying while pregnant is not for the faint of heart. There’s no shortage of well-wishers and people wanting to tell you all about their own kids and grandkids and that’s lovely.
But on a plane, you’re trapped and completely at the mercy of the chatterbox strapped in next to you.