Part 2 – The Second Trimester
Dear Baby Mac,
You are now the size of a peach, and you have your very own fingerprints.
Lori gave me some stretch-mark cream to rub on my stomach, so you don’t ruin me for a swimsuit.
I keep looking at the ultrasound photo and touching my stomach. 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.
