Chapter 26: Preparations

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I can't believe I am already twelve weeks along. I can't believe this is the last week of my first trimester. I am less stressed, both because Dr. Falcone in the twelve-week ultrasound said that me and the baby are healthy and that our little scare was nothing but normal pregnancy symptoms and because Anderson is not a concern anymore. Dr. Falcone said the twelve-week ultrasound was sort of unnecessary, and I sort of agreed since we had two so close together, but Colin insisted on it and I feel better hearing the reassurance from Dr. Falcone that there is nothing to worry about.

I have gone to work regularly since we came back home and have been able to properly focus on the ball and helping Ellie. My morning sickness is calming, my energy is coming back... I think I am tiring Colin out with my desperate sexual desire for him, as crazy as that sounds. Although I think he enjoyed that I snuck up to his office the other day to calm my hormones. He says he will never look at the conference table in his office the same way.

He's happy too. I can tell. He is back to simply focusing on me and our unborn baby. Back to making sure I eat, drink water and sleep. Our baby is the size of a lime, and she already has him wrapped around her finger. He asks me every morning how she is doing and every night he kisses me and then kisses my stomach. It's honestly the sweetest thing.

I have made a section in my journal dedicated to all the changes and different experiences I have been experiencing during my pregnancy. I write down the sweet things Colin does like having London make breakfast in bed, or getting flowers delivered to my office when he knows I had a hard night. I write about the joy and excitement I feel when I look at the ultrasound picture on the fridge, which has been updated with the newest one. It looks a lot more like a baby now. I have written down what I want my first experiences with my little girl to be like.

It feels even more real now that I have started to show. It's not a huge difference, it looks more like I ate a large amount of food rather than I am pregnant but there is a difference and even Colin noticed it. He has definitely noticed that my breasts have grown two sizes, he loves that, perhaps a little too much.

"These are so weird like they make sense and are probably the best invention for new moms but..." Ellie says as she follows me into the house, carrying one of the nursing bras I bought. I know it's early but Colin gave me his credit card and told me to buy whatever I wanted. I needed maternity clothes, mine are already starting to feel too tight. The buttons on most of my jeans dig into my stomach uncomfortably and my leggings just don't feel right.

I giggle a little and snatch the bra away from her "can you put that back while Reese helps us?"

Ellie glances at the man as he carries the half dozen bags in for me.

I glance at London as she walks over to take them from Reese. "If you could just put them on the floor in the closet London, I promised Colin, I would give him a fashion show later."

London smiles and nods, "course ma'am. Mrs Hendricks is in the den waiting for you both."

I smile and nod I originally asked Joyce and Ellie to meet me at the wedding dress store that Colin and I had gone to, but Joyce then suggested having them bring nearly two dozen choices by the house and I agreed. I like the idea of a more intimate setting and Colin promised that he would keep himself busy in his office until we told him he could come out. I want to get planning this wedding, I am already showing, I don't want to be a whale when I walk down the aisle or when I am on our honeymoon. August 17th, is the day I have chosen, Colin says I get to pick whatever I want as long as he gets to choose the honeymoon and I am Mrs. Emery Corrette by the end of all of it I can pick whatever. His only request is that it be a destination wedding. Mid-August I will just be reaching my eighteenth week of pregnancy, I'll be into my second trimester so hopefully I will have more energy but won't be very big. That means we have six weeks to get this together.

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