I walked back downstairs after my umpteenth trip to the bathroom, but I really didn't mind it since Hannah wasn't purposely doing that. This was a big milestone! I was half-way through my pregnancy! There were only twenty more weeks of pregnancy so that meant only five more months. Technically, babies were in the womb for ten months.

"Jill, I brought along some water," Tim smiled at me. "Along with snacks."

I laughed softly and hugged him. "And am I going to have a diaper bag too?"

Tim laughed and rubbed my belly. "Hi, Hannie. Daddy and Mommy get to see you again! I can't wait to see and hear you."

I smiled at him softly. "Bye boys, we'll be out late. Thanks for watching them, Wilson."

Wilson nodded. "Not a problem, neighborette."

We headed to the car and Tim held open the door for me, waiting for me to get in. I buckled up and he shut the door. Rubbing my stomach, he rubbed it with a smile as Mark got in the back and buckled up, sitting behind me. It was exciting to have my two youngest kids with me here for this event.

"Mom, are you gonna have that jelly on you again?" Mark asked.

I smiled and nodded. "Yep, that's how the doctors make sure Hannah's okay."

Mark seemed bored so he played his Super Nintendo while I read a book and felt the occasional kick from Hannah. This was around the time she stayed awake, so I knew that she'd try and see what she could do in there. That's what all growing babies in the womb did.

"Tim, I'm so excited," I smiled at him.

Tim nodded. "I am too, honey."

"When Hannah's older, do you think that we can put her in dance?" I asked.

Tim thought about it. "Of course, honey, that means I'm a dance dad, whatever that is."

I laughed as he pulled in. "A dance dad goes and supports their kid. The dance mom usually takes care of everything and the dad is moral support."

Tim parked the car and helped me get out. "Do you like the idea of going into dance, baby doll?"

Tim rubbed my stomach and she kicked in response. That usually meant yes to whatever someone was asking. She only kicked for Tim, the boys or I right now, so I told people not to feel bad. Soon enough, she'd kick for anybody, but I was a tad protective of my belly.

"Ready to see your baby again?" Tim asked, holding my hand as we walked.

I nodded and sat down in the waiting chairs. While we waited, I read my book, Mark played his game and Tim read a sports magazine. Waiting was rather boring for me, but I knew the baby didn't mind. She was asleep for twenty hours a day anyhow, so I liked calm and quiet environments.

"Jill Taylor," A nurse called.

I stepped on the scale and saw that I was now 156. I had gained sixteen pounds total this pregnancy.

"That's a good healthy weight," The nurse smiled.

We sat in the office and waited for the doctor to come in. While I waited, I thought about when the baby was born. We'd have monthly doctor visits until she was one and then we'd go back to yearly appointments. Tim was excited to be a dad to a little girl and so was I.

"Hello, Jill! Let's do our usual urine screening," The doctor handed me a cup and I ran to the bathroom.

I started going on the toilet and filled the cup easily in a minute. Lately, I needed to go every fifteen minutes, so that was not a problem. This was part of pregnancy that I didn't miss.

"Your blood pressure seems fine. How's fetal movement? Has she moved any?" The doctor asked.

I nodded. "Oh yes. She's started kicking to response to things."

"Good."

He had me lift up my shirt and started applying the jelly to my shirt. Like usual, the jelly was cold, but that was it. It helped the doctor see Hannah better, so I allowed it and wondered if Hannah would be stubborn. Lately, she had been stubborn and wouldn't kick for anybody but the family.

"She's a little small, but it looks like she's growing properly," The doctor smiled.

I smiled at him. "Can we hear the heartbeat now?"

The doctor handed me the Doppler and my eyes filled with tears as I heard her heartbeat, it was tiny and cute.

I handed it to Tim who smiled. "My baby girl."

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Tim's POV

I carried sleeping Jill inside the house to put her on the couch. The ride home had soothed her to the sleep. Lately, she had been full of energy, but most car rides put her right to sleep.

Mark got the door and I carried Jill into the living room.

"Did Mom make you carry her again?" Brad joked.

I fake laughed. "Shh, your mom's sleeping," I carried her like a baby to the couch and set her down.

I tucked her in and kissed her head.