While Pregnant, I Attended a Pottery Party That Turned into a Surreal Nightmare

According to Olivia, she is expecting her second child. As a result of her friend Ava signing them up for a pottery party, she hears about the activities that her husband has been participating in outside of their marriage. Where do we go from here?
At the moment, I am expecting my second child, and you know how they say that your second pregnancy will be more emotional than your first? Not only did I not believe it, but I also thought it was some ancient superstition that my mother had passed down to me.

However, it has come to light that there is some truth to the story that was told. On the other hand, it had absolutely nothing to do with my child and everything to do with my other half.

During the majority of my second pregnancy, all I wanted to do was go into hiding and indulge in all of the bad stuff that I was wanting.

My best friend Ava, on the other hand, was determined to get me out of the house so that we could do things together.

“I heard about this cool pottery place,” she remarked as she made me a strawberry milkshake while I propped my swollen feet up. “I came across this place.”

She proceeded by saying, “You sign up for a pottery party of sorts.”

“And we make pottery?” I inquired while pondering a hundred different activities that I would rather be doing instead.

To a certain extent, no. As an alternative, we could paint ceramics. Hey, Liv, let’s get this done together, shall we? A grin appeared on her face as she looked over the top of the mixer. “We can make things for the nursery.”

It was fine, I said. “But you’ll owe me whatever the baby craves that night.”

What she said was, “Fine by me.” “I’ve already told Malcolm to watch Tess for the evening while we’re out.”

Even though Ava was not the biggest fan of my husband, Malcolm, the fact that she had already discussed our evening out with him was a clear indication of how much she desired for me to leave the house.
As soon as we arrived at the pottery shop, we discovered that fifteen women had reserved the same time slot, which meant that it was a full-on party. To relax, have some fun, and drink some beverages was all that everybody wanted to do. And this was something that Ava had also guaranteed to me. What we didn’t realize was that it would turn out to be a nightmare.

While we were all talking about birth tales, if it wasn’t the women’s own experiences, then they would talk about someone who was close to them.
A woman then began to tell a story about how she was on a date with her lover when she was abruptly forced to leave since his sister-in-law was in the process of giving birth while they were together.

As we were sitting at my apartment watching a movie on the Fourth of July, he informed me that Olivia was in the process of giving birth. As it was getting close to midnight and we were both fatigued, I inquired as to the reason he had to leave. Additionally, it was illogical for him to go along with it. On the other hand, he stated that it was a family matter, and that everyone wanted to be present when the kid was born.
With Tess being born on the Fourth of July and me being Olivia, Ava and I shared a glance. Tess was born on July 4th. It’s a strange coincidence.

Next, she proceeded to discuss the circumstances surrounding her birth, which occurred approximately half a year after that. I couldn’t stop looking at the assortment of paint colors that were currently in front of me.

But Malcolm failed to notice it! She posed the question to the gathering, “Can you imagine?” The birth of his niece was witnessed by him, but the birth of our son was not! He said that he was unable to leave since he was helping to care for his niece, Tess.
“What are the odds?” I heard Ava whispering to me.

“Wait, your boyfriend’s name is Malcolm?” I inquired about it.

The woman gave a slight nod.

“And this is him?”

I showed her the screensaver on my phone, which was a picture of myself, Tess, and Malcolm together, and we were only waiting for the baby daughter to be added.

Once more, she gave me a nod while maintaining a blank expression on her face.

“Your husband?” she questioningly mumbled. “But he’s the father of my child, too.”
My stomach dropped, and the room began to spin as I attempted to make sense of what she had said. Suddenly, the pottery party, which consisted of a room full of ladies telling stories, turned into a real-life nightmare.

During the time that her confirmation was reverberating in my ears, the room appeared to wrap itself about me. In addition to having an affair with another woman, my spouse had also fathered a kid with the woman in question.
When I instructed Ava, “Water, please,” she immediately got up and went to get it.

It was as if a ton of bricks had been dropped on me. When the other women realized the extent of the mental pain I was going through, they did so by exchanging sympathetic glances with one another.

With tears flowing down my face, I excused myself from the group because I was suffering from feelings of being overwhelmed. As I stood in the restroom, I attempted to regain my sense of orientation.
Malcolm and I had a confrontation today. The fact that I was due in five weeks was the primary reason why I couldn’t let this to fester. It was imperative that I had a clear understanding of how to proceed before I brought my child into this situation.

Malcolm reluctantly admitted to having an affair and to having fathered a kid, and as a result, our marriage was broken into a million pieces that they could never be repaired.
Currently, I am consuming chocolate while conducting research on divorce attorneys.
I never imagined that my children would grow up in a world where their parents were not together. This is not what I had envisioned myself doing. Nevertheless, I was unable to tolerate that betrayal.

Due to the fact that he was hiding out with another woman, I was unable to live with a guy who came dangerously close to missing the birth of our daughter. One cannot even begin to imagine a man who fathered a child with another woman.

Due to their father’s extramarital affair, my children, who are completely innocent of all of this, now have a half-sibling. The fact that this is the case is a difficult truth; nonetheless, I am resolved to move forward and establish a loving home for them.