Dr. Mongomery quickly set up the ultra-sound machine.

When we saw Zachary on the screen, she let out a sigh of relief, relaxing.

"Is he okay?" Trent asked. Dr. M nodded.

"Yes. Yes! He is perfectly healthy. I guess he just wasn't in a position to hear the heart beat." She explained.

"Oh thank God! That would've sucked! First ultra-sound and he's dead!" Trent cried, shuddering.

I rolled my eyes, playfully hitting his arm. He chuckled, kissing my cheek.

"Would you like the photo?" Dr. Mongomery asked Trent.

He thought for a moment, before nodding a smile on his face.

"Alright. I'll go print it out." She said, leaving the room.

"What the heck?" I hissed, when she was out of ear shot.

"What?" Trent asked.

"What if Heather finds the photo?" I cried.

"She won't! I got a safe in my room. Only I know the combonation. It's got a lot of important things in it." He said.

"Okay." I sighed, understanding.

I decided not to tell my friends and family about the miscarriage scare. Best to keep it between me and Trent.

On Monday in first period, I walked into class and sat by Bridgette, Noah, and Owen in the back of the class-room.

"Hey Bridge. Can I have my ultra-sound pic back?" I groaned, sitting down in the seat.

"Yes. Here you go." She said, giving me the photo.

When I looked at it, I gasped. It had a inch thick strip of note book on top and bottom of the picture.

On the top, in Bridgette's gorgeous handwritting, were the words Zachary Caiven Lopez.

On the bottom strip was 21 weeks. It was laminated to keep it all together.

"Oh my God. It's beautiful! I love it!" I gasped, hugging her.

"Oh thanks. I spelled his name right?" Bridgette asked.

"Yes. Oh my Gosh! I'm so putting this in my binder." I grinned.

I grabbed my binder, and moved around the photos of me and my friends to fit the photo in.

I smiled at all the photos of my past, and the photo of my future.

At 26 weeks, I officially hated being pregnant, and couldn't wait till he was born! I am not kidding! My stretch marks hurt! There so horribly painful! And I have to rub stupid ass coacoa all over my stomach. Oh! And when you are pregnant, your tits like double in size! I went from a B cup to a D cup! If they get any bigger they'll be bigger then Lindsay's!

"Owwy!" I moaned, pouting, as I was getting an utra-sound.

"Is everything okay?" Dr. Mongomery asked, concerned.

"Oh it's not labor. It's just everything is stretching too big too fast!" I chuckled, then hissing.

She patted my shoulder sympathetically.

"Any remedies or something?" I pouted.

"Coacoa butter." She said. I let out a groan.

At 32 weeks, I got the pregnancy dibetes. Which scared EVERYONE- except for myself and my mom.

"I don't get the big deal! I had dibetes during my pregnancies, and I had two healthy beautiful children." My mom said, cooking dinner.

"I know! And it's not like I'll have it for ever. Just through my pregnancy." I said, rubbing my stomach.

I smiled, as Zachary gently kicked my lower stomach. Luckilly it was in the one spot with little to no stretch marks.

"Hey Gwen, when's my nephew due?" Charlie asked, sitting on the counter.

"Seven weeks, four days." I smiled. I walked over to the fridge, and poured myself a glass of orange juice.

Me, Bridgette, Leshawna, and Izzy all went to Babies-R-Us to buy clothes for Zach.

"You should buy furniture!" Izzy said, as we put newborn onsies in the cart.

''No..." I groaned. I picked up a pair of dark blue overals in the newborn size.

I looked at it, debting on whether I should put it in the cart. I smiled, tossing it in.

"Gwen! You might not move out when you plan. Do you want to Zachary to sleep in a cardboard box?" Leshawna asked.

Her and Bridgette were looking at clothes that were for 3-6 months.

"Might as well buy clothes for him between premie and a year." I told them.

"In that case, I seen like, six adorable outfits for premies. I'm going to go get them." Bridgette smiled, walking back to the premie section.

"I'll think about the furniture okay?" I sighed, hand on my hip.

"Yay!" Izzy grinned. Bridgette came back and plopped the outfits into the cart.

"Oh thank God mom gave me five grand to buy baby junk." I muttered.

"Okay! Enough of clothes! Time for toys, blankets, pacifiers, car seat, stroller... And a crib and changing table." I sighed about the last part.

They all smiled widely at me.

I bought Zach a dark wood crib, with light blue and white checkered bedding. I also bought a matching changing table, and rocking chair. Oh! And a dresser

After we left Babies-R-Us, we stopped by Wal-Mart and bought diapers, and tiny blue hangers, a white hamper, and one of those trash cans that open when you step on a button thingy.

While Richard and Mom were at work, and Charlie was at the arcade, I set up the nursery.

I hung up the clothes that were 3-6 months and up, and folded up the smaller clothes, pajamas, and socks and diapers and put them into the drawers.

When I was done with the clothes, I set up the mobile for the crib.

Its a white mobile with little blue rockets, and the rockets are soft. Too cute.

I took a picture of the nursery with my camera. Then uploaded it to FaceBook.

I'm friends with Trent and a lot of people from school on FaceBook.

So that's how Trent can see the photos without me texting them to him.

I sat on my bed beside Mitzi, who was busy wagging her tail happilly.

I love my old fat doggy! (What? She is old an fat! I've had her since I was nine! And she wasn't even a puppy when I got her!)