The Pottery Class That Shattered My Marriage Seven Months Into My Pregnancy

than being social. But Ava, my best friend and self-appointed pregnancy cheerleader, wasn’t having any of it.

“I found this adorable pottery studio,” she announced one afternoon while blending me a strawberry smoothie. She was also lecturing me about self-care as usual.

My swollen feet were propped up on her coffee table, aching from another long day.

“They do these little pottery parties. You sign up, paint something cute, and just hang out with other women.”

“We paint pots?” I asked flatly, mentally listing a hundred other things I’d rather do with my limited energy.

Agreeing to Go Out

“Maybe pots! Or bowls, or nursery decorations,” she grinned enthusiastically. “Liv, come on. We can make cute things continue reading …