It was about 4:30 in the evening when I had finally arrived at the apartment.
I had been circling the block for a while nervous that Harin would be home for I hadn't mustered up the courage to tell her yet.
What will I say if we run into each other like do it tell her or do I not?
Luckily for me, after finally mustering up the courage, I found that the apartment was empty which I was truly grateful for.
Although I was happy that she wasn't here, I was kind of bummed that I had wasted so much time psyching out my self for no good reason.
I kicked my sneakers off dropping my bag on the couch as I made my way to the kitchen for some water and a snack.
I sat on the couch removing my phone from my pocket gently placing it beside me, intently staring at it deciding if I should call my mom or not.
After a few minutes of consideration I decided that it was best to tell her after at least the end of the trimester.
