…Summer POV…
I am fourteen weeks pregnant now.
The morning sickness has passed, and I am starting to feel the best parts of being an expecting mother. I have stopped counting how many times Austin rubs my belly a day. He has, in the times that I really get sick, he has started reading to our baby. We decided that we do not want to know what the sex of the baby is, even though I still firmly believe it is a boy. We need something to look forward to, not only the pregnancy but the joy of a surprise.
So it is with great difficulty that I am finding something to wear. Even though I do not keep much in these days, I have grown rather bigger than what Austin likes to refer to as a bus. This rules out the option of trying to fit into one of my favorite skinny jeans completely out. With much frustration, I slip on my very favorite dress and meet up with Austin that is patiently jumping out of his skin.