Honestly, it’s hard to even believe I have a baby growing inside me. Like it’s totally surreal. Your daddy is telling everyone he knows—and even everyone we don’t—that we are expecting. He is so excited. Even though I saw you in the ultrasound, I’m hoping I’ll feel you kick soon. Then I think it will seem more real. March 27th Dripping wet. I wake up early and stretch my arms out. I feel good. I’m super excited to say that I think—hope/pray—that my morning sickness is officially over. I haven’t dared say it to anyone who asks how I’m feeling for fear I’ll jinx myself and it will come back. I hear that Phillip is taking a shower, so I decide to surprise him by getting up and making him breakfast. I open the pantry to get the pancake mix out. “Ahh!” I say. Okay, maybe I screamed really loud because Phillip comes rushing out, towel wrapped around his waist and dripping wet. “What’s wrong?” “Um,”
