This is my life.

We talk and we talk about being free--and then all at once--a baby." In the days which followed and grew into weeks and months, the feeling of quiet remained with her.

The pang of uneasiness as to how she was to find friends for Joe and herself, was allayed and put off to the future.
He would not expect anything of her just now.

And because it was pressing upon her no longer, it became a pleasure to dream and plan for herself and Joe and the children.
She was only twenty-four, and although Joe was thirty-six he looked years younger.

They could grow.