I wake the next morning to the smell of breakfast cooking. On any other occasion, I’d think it was Ethan cooking, but I know it’s my mom considering the fact that Ethan is lying next to me snoring his brains out. As I’m lying there, I lay my hand on my stomach and whisper good morning to my baby. I’m still not really showing all that much. I just look like I drank a ton of water or something. I can’t wait for this bloated look to go away so people can actually know that I’m pregnant. I never thought I’d wish I was bigger, but I just want to see the physical proof of my baby. I can’t wait. Sitting up, I stretch a bit before getting up to go pee. I used to be able to wake up on my own, but now my bladder wakes me. Just another one of the perks of having a little person growing against my bla
