It's almost strange how much easier things get. Elsa goes back to her therapist; Anna goes with her. They have other appointments – Elsa has her induction date planned, if labour doesn't start before then. She's not going to make it to February.
It feels like a fog has lifted, time suddenly speeding up faster and faster.
Elsa rings her mother, tells her almost everything. It's good. Good to talk to her.
She's going to come and visit soon, after the baby is born.
Elsa hasn't told her about Anna. She doesn't know how.