Word of the Day: devise Ah, sherbert. Our little honeymoon went well. We stayed at a nice hotel, went to the Renaissance Festival, played around at the mall, and just spent a lot of time together. We're not going to be able to do that again in the near future, so I'm happy for the time we had. It's so hard for me to keep things together lately. I just feel like crying sometimes from worry, I think. I worry about if the baby's all right, what it's doing in there because I haven't felt any little kicks yet. I shouldn't worry about that, I know, but it still is in the back of my head. I worry about JD and I, if we're going to be good parents to our little child. I feel so alone sometimes, even with JD right next to me and Baby inside. And it's hard for me to say anything because I feel so irrational. I shouldn't worry because I know everything's going to be fine. I shouldn't feel alone because I know I'll always have support from my husband and my friends. But that doesn't stop me from doing it. That doesn't stop me from being afraid of the future, of not being able to do right by my child. I want to blame these things on pregnancy hormones, no big deal. But I know it's not just the hormones, it's me doing what I do. I tell JD all the time, when we start worrying about money or school or anything like that, I tell him, 'Sweetheart, it's going to be all right.' Why do I say that? I don't know if it's going to be all right, if we're going to be happy, if we're going to be a welfare family, if either one of us is going to finish school, if our baby will love us. I don't know any of that. I do know, however, that we're going to do the best that we can, and I think that's why I say that everything's going to be all right. I don't know if it's going to be, but our best is all that we can do.