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She hates any kind of affection when she’s annoyed, so she resists at first. “No. Just leave me alone.”

I reach over and pull her into my arms to comfort her. I press my mouth against her hair to muffle the sound of my snickering, but my shoulders still quake. I don’t understand how she can bawl her eyes out overFinding Nemo. Objectively, it is not a sad movie. I have no idea how it could generate this extreme level of waterworks. Dr. Cheng told me she’d go through mood swings and become emotional from time to time, but I was not expectingthis.

“Stop laughing,” she says, slapping my arm. “It’s not funny.”

“It’s kinda funny.”

I tighten my grip and kiss the top of her head. God help me. If this is week fourteen, what do the next twenty-six weeks have in store?

13. Lia

“So, it’s official,”I say, holding an avocado against my belly. “We moved from a grape to a lime to an avocado at lightning speed.”

We had another appointment with Dr. Cheng today and she confirmed that our little guy or gal is about eight inches and six ounces, right on track for seventeen weeks. We also did all the prenatal tests for birth defects and all of them showed that our baby is in good health.

I turn from one side to the other so Peter can take a few pictures from a different angle. His eyes widen. “Hey, it looks like you’re finally getting a bump.”

“Really? Maybe it’s just gas. It always looks like a pooch at night and then it’s gone by morning.”

He sits down on the edge of the bed and tilts his head to the side to get a better look. “Nope. I can see a distinct bump.”

“Well, it’s about time. Caroline from our prenatal yoga class was showing at twelve weeks and here I am at four months with nothing.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re tall,” he offers with a shrug. “But it’s definitely starting to pop out. Don’t forget to send me one of these pics for the fridge.”

I smile. He’s so cute. Our weekly progress pic and all our ultrasound pics are stuck up on the fridge in chronological order. He’s such a doting dad.

“Eeek!” I give a gleeful clap and walk over to the bed. “I’m so excited.”

“Yo, what’re you doing?” Peter asks when I lift the covers.

I stare at him, dumbfounded. “I’m getting into bed.”

“Not wearing that, you’re not.”

I look down at my mauve two-piece pajama set. It’s got little black hearts and black lace trimming along the bust and bottom of the shorts. It’s adorable. This is my favorite pair of pajamas and he’s scoffing at it like I’m wearing a trash bag.

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