Chapter 80 Daisy Asks For Help

• "Today's the day, Else," Daisy says, pinning her hair up in a messy bun and shimmying as best she can into the lightest, breeziest sundress she owns. It's a cheerful, billowing yellow, scattered over with white polka dots.
• Damn, but the third trimester is uncomfortable as hell. Daisy has never felt so hot and unwieldy in all her life. Everything seems to stick to her skin, and she can't seem to drink enough ice water to slow down the constant drip-drip-drip of sweat down her neck and small of her back.
• Elsa looks up from where she was bundling Daisy's bed sheets into the laundry hamper. The sheets have to be changed almost every other day now, because Daisy sweats so much in her sleep, even with the air conditioning running at full blast.