Finally deciding to stop lolly-gagging I rolled over and sat up in bed, giving my limbs a good stretch. Some resultant inhuman pops and cracks followed suit as I pleasantly sighed. I shifted my gaze downward while pulling Ken's t-shirt I'd worn to bed up and tucking it under my boobs, examining my twelve, almost thirteen, week bump. It'd grown so much that it was now obvious I wasn't just bloated but rather carrying a child. I let out a happy sigh as I rubbed my hands over it, thinking about how amazing it was going to be when I was able to feel them kick for the first time. Only three more weeks until it could begin according to Ken and his pregnancy books.
"Mommy loves you both so much already," I whispered lovingly.
After I finished showering and getting ready in my most festive sweat
