Most nights I toss and turn, never being able to find a comfortable position.
Thomas is always really sweet and tries to help, but really there isn’t much he can do. It’s a cross that I must bear and thankfully, it won’t last forever.
“Hey in there” Thomas pushes my shirt up, exposing my swollen belly, “You need to either come out here or let your mommy get some sleep.”
He rests his head gently just above my navel, his hand rubbing soft circles as he continues to coo at the baby.
We decided not to find out what we were having. The baby is healthy, according to my check ups and there is only one in there. Boy or girl, this baby will be loved.
My parents are so impatient though. They want to know if their first grandchild will be a girl or boy. They even decided that they will be stayin
