Andi Lutz

The rich green leaves and the pale green grass against the light blue sky with the soft white clouds.

To know the gender or not by Andi Lutz I wanted to find out the gender of our baby because I just couldn’t wait. I waited a long time to do this and I didn’t want to wait another 9 months to see what kind of parts my little angel will have. I’m old according to the medical profession, 36 and I only have a few good years left to grow a baby. There is a lot of fun in knowing the gender before the baby is born. Seeing all the cute girl clothes, letting everyone enjoy buying those clothes. Imagining what she will look like, will she have our blue eyes, will she have my brown hair or Kurt’s blonde, curly hair. Will she be stubborn like the both of us?

Two Peas by Andi Lutz Chapter 2 When I got home that night I was exhausted, I didn't feel like starting dinner so I pulled out some homemade frozen lasagna and popped it in the oven. The perks of being the town’s problem solvers is sometimes we get paid in edibles and checks. Brooks called earlier and said he’d be at my house in an hour for dinner so that gave me enough time for a nice warm bath to melt away the day. I didn't need to snap at him since his day has probably been a lot harder than mine.

Failing to try by Andi Lutz When I was younger, about half the age I am now, I felt alone and unsure, unsure what to do with my life and with the confusion that everyone must feel as teenager. Today I still feel that way. And I wonder, does it ever go away, or does it stick with everyone to make sure that we are always evolving, trying to improve. Always questioning is this right, what I am doing, is there something more, and if so what is it? How do I find it?

The hardest thing about being pregnant by Andi Lutz I think the hardest thing about being pregnant for me is constantly worrying about every little thing that’s going on with that life inside me. Is she growing like she’s supposed to? If I eat this will it cause her to have an allergy to it? If I bend over too much am I squashing her? Is the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck? How does the doctor know that the umbilical cord is not wrapped around her neck now?

From Roots by Andi Lutz Cherry blossoms fade, wilt and die, gone until next year. The cycle, a never ending circle. From the branch begins fruit; small, hard, and green,

Two Peas by Andi Lutz Chapter 1 “Thank you for calling We Do Everything. What-,” I answered the phone the same way I have been for the past 5 years, or at least I tried to but Mrs. Wyatt interrupted me halfway through. I could hear the panic in her voice as she said my name. “Daisy, thank goodness you answered, I mean you always answer. I wouldn't call you if you didn't, the town wouldn't depend on you and Brooks for everything. Oh dear, well anyway, I have a problem,” Mrs. Wyatt said, nearly out of breath. She sometimes has trouble getting to the point even when it is urgent. I think she has too many thoughts in her head at once and she has to get them all out before what she really wants to say can come out.