Ana-20 weeks pregnant
"Christian, I'm home!" I yell when I walk through our front door.
"In the bedroom!" he yells back.
I smile and shut the door and place my purse on the kitchen table.
I am twenty weeks pregnant, and today we are scheduled for a doctor's appointment in an hour. It's three o'clock, and Christian got off work early, so we can ride to the appointment together. Hopefully, we will be able to find out the baby's sex when we have our ultrasound.
Happily, I rub my small pump while walking into our bedroom. I nearly swoon when I see Christian in the middle of our bed reading, surrounded by baby books.I stifle a giggle when I look at him absorbed in the title; The Expectant Father. His gray eyes are zooming over the pages with a big smile on his face.
Christian has been overjoyed about this pregnancy. The day we finally heard our baby's heartbeat, he went out and got all the baby books he could find at the local library. Since that day, he has been reading up on pregnancy non-stop.
"This book was good, but I like this one better," he puts the book he was reading down and holds up another one with a smirk.
I roll my eyes when I see the title; What to Expect When Your Wife is Expanding.
"You and that book," I smirk and put down my purse on our chest of drawers.
"How are you feeling?" Christian abandons the book and hurries over to me.
"I'm fine. No morning sickness," I smile when Christian places his hands on my stomach.
Thankfully, my morning sickness went away a few days after we confirmed the pregnancy. Now, I feel great and well energized. The high sex drive is still going strong, but not as bad as it was before we found out much to Christian's relief.
"Okay, good. You need to take it easy at work," he narrows his eyes at me before getting on his knees and kisses my bump.
"Hey, there little one. It's daddy. We can't wait to see you today," he says to the baby while caressing my stomach.
I smile and run my hand through his hair while he closes his eyes in contentment and rests his cheek on my stomach. Christian has been talking to the baby daily, and his favorite thing to do before we go to sleep is read and sing to the baby. It's adorable, and I just know that Christian is going to be the best father to this baby.
He suddenly jumps up startling me and looks around the room quickly.
"We forgot to do the board today," he curses and hurries over to the chalkboard we have leaning against the wall.
Christian and I decided to do one of those pregnancy collages every week of my pregnancy. After we bought the baby books that day, we went into the craft store and bought a black chalkboard. Now, every week, I wear a different type of outfit and pose beside the chalkboard that reads the week of my pregnancy. We are excited that today we will find out the sex, and we will be able to reveal the baby's gender this way to our entire family.
Since we were at the beginning of the second trimester, we decided to tell our families our exciting news. That weekend, we had a massive cookout at our house, and after dessert, we handed our family a sonogram picture that we had placed in a frame. On top of it were the words; Baby Grey Coming July 2018!
Everyone was elated that we were finally going to have a baby. Ella and Carla couldn't stop crying and hugging me, and our fathers also had tears in their eyes when they saw the picture of their newest grandchild. Elliot and Aleida were also thrilled for us, and Aleida immediately made plans with me to go baby shopping when we find out the sex.
"Did you want to wear that or get dressed into something different?" he nods towards my clothes while he puts the chalkboard up against the wall.
"I can keep this on," I shake my head and go stand by the wall.
Christian runs out of the room to get his camera. He comes back in and gets it ready. I smile and cup my bump while turning to my right. He snaps a few pictures before smiling and walking towards me.
I beam down at the picture. Today, I am wearing a plain black camisole, black maternity leggings, a green army jacket, and my white converse. My hair is in its usual high ponytail and light makeup.
"You look beautiful, babe," he kisses my temple while we look through the photos of what we have for our collage so far.
"What do you think the gender is?" I bite my nail nervously.
"I don't know. Boy?" he sighs.
"Will you get upset if I think the baby is a girl?" I twist my fingers together and look at him anxiously.
He stares at me with wide eyes for a second before he gulps. "I won't get upset, no. Of course, I won't get upset if it's not a boy. I'm just nervous. A girl," he looks lost as he runs his hand through his hair.
"Don't worry. It's just a feeling I have, I didn't mean to freak you out," I frown up at him before wrapping my arms around his neck.
He kisses me on the lips and sighs. "I won't be upset at all. I'm not freaked out, just nervous. I will be happy with a boy or a girl. I am just so happy, baby," he smiles and kisses me.
"I am happy too. I can't believe this is really happening. I can't wait until he or she is finally here," My lip trembles. Stupid hormones!
Christian buries his head against my neck and squeezes me to him as we stand there holding each other for a few minutes.
"Come on. We should get to the doctor's office," he pulls back and kisses my lips.
"Anastasia Grey?"
We stand up nervously when a nurse finally calls my name. Hand in hand, we follow the nurse to the ultrasound room. I lay on the bed and pull my shirt up before the nurse places some paper towels under my waistband. After a few minutes getting the machine ready, she squirts the warm gel onto my stomach and presses a few buttons.
"Okay, so you are twenty weeks today. First, we will need to do some measurements to find out the baby's growth and development, and then if you want too, we will be able to find out what you are having," she explains while staring at the screen.
Christian squeezes my hand while she checks the baby's growth. We both smile when we see the baby on the screen. We both giggle and watch in wonder when we look at our baby moving their fingers and opening and closing their mouth. She presses a button, and we hear the heartbeat. I sniffle and smile at the screen with watery eyes.
"Strong heartbeat. Your uterus and the placenta are as they should be at this point in your pregnancy. Would you like to find out the sex?" she looks at us with a smile.
"Yes, please," we both say at once.
Christian has my hand in a vise grip as the nurse moves the prob on my stomach. I take a deep breath and then after an eternity, she freezes the picture and points to the screen. "Okay, well you see here? It looks like you are having a girl," she types I'm a Girl! Beside our baby's head.
I gasp, and start crying and giggling while Christian beams at me and wipes a small tear from his eye before bending down and kissing my lips tenderly.
We're having a girl!
"Congratulations. I am going to print out a few photos for you and then we are done here. If you want to wipe off, we can go into the exam room to wait for the doctor," she smiles as she hands us the pictures of the baby.
I nod and wipe my stomach with the paper towel before Christian helps me sit up. I grab my purse, and we follow the nurse to the exam room.
Thirty minutes later, we are done, and after setting up a new appointment, we leave the office.
When Christian opens the office door, and we step out into the sidewalk, he stops and scoops me up and spins me around. I giggle as he laughs before putting me down and smashes his lips to mine.
"A girl," he says in wonder as he stares at me.
"A girl," I giggle and put my hand on his cheek before kissing him once more.
Christian and I are at a baby store in town looking at some baby clothes. Since we know the sex of the baby, we wanted to stop at the store to buy a few things before we head home. I am browsing the baby bottles, wondering what kind we should get when Christian walks over to me with an arm full of clothes.
"What do you think of this one?" Christian holds up a white onesie.
I laugh as I see the words that are written on the onesie; Yes, I know It's 2 a.m. but, I thought we could spend some quality time together.
"Christian, we have to get this one," I giggle as he laughs and passes the onesie to me.
"I agree," he continues to laugh as he kisses my temple.
"Look at these. What do you think?" he shows me the other clothes he has picked out.
He chose a blue and white embroidered dress, a pink onesie that says; I'm cute, Moms' hot, and dad's lucky, Pink bodysuits that have hearts on them, and another set of different colored bodysuits.
"These are so cute. What about this one?" I walk over to the clothes and grab a bodysuit that has Who needs a prince; I have daddy written on the front.
"I love that one," his eyes turn glassy when I show it to him.
"Me too," I place all of the clothes in the cart with a smile.
Christian and I go through a few more aisles, picking out pacifiers, socks, burp clothes, hair bans and a few packs of diapers. We haven't previously bought anything for the baby; we wanted to wait until we found out the gender before we even bought anything. We have also been saving up for the baby, and we have enough to get everything that she needs for the first year.
We browse through the different car seats and cribs before finding the one we like. We both decided to wait to buy the furniture next month since we are in the process of cleaning out the guest room beside our bedroom.
After noting the price of the crib and car seat, we pay for our purchases and head back home.
"We should look at baby names tonight," Christian says while we finish eating dinner.
"Okay. Do you have any in mind?" I put my fork down and take a sip of my water.
"I would like to name her after my mother. Is that okay?" he shifts in his chair and looks at me nervously.
My mouth lifts slightly as I stare at him. "What about the middle name? I mean I love the name Ella, but two Ella Grey's?" I chew on my lip while deep in thought.
"Good thinking. Um, how about Alison?" he frowns.
I shake my head no and bite my lip in concentration. I can't think of any names, so I pick up my phone and google baby names. What would go well with Ella?
Bailey? No.
Briana? No.
Molly? No.
"I can't think of any that would go well with Ella. Your mother's middle name is Jade. What if we use her middle name instead?" I suggest after not seeing any names that I like.
Christian looks deep in thought while he goes through baby names on his phone. His eyes suddenly light up, and he turns towards me.
"How about Ellie Jade Grey?" he beams at me and my eyes go wide as I gasp.
"I love that! Oh, Christian," I clap and practically dance in my seat.
"It's perfect. We have a name!" he laughs as he gets up and comes over to me and grabs my face with his hands and kisses me hard on the lips.
"We have a name!"
AN: I know this is short and later than I usually update, but the kiddos have been sick, and my husband and I are starting to get it as well, so I haven't had the chance to write until earlier today.
There will be a few more chapters left of the story, probably under five. I want to write a few more things before I mark this story complete. I know that my previous stories I had them have boys, so I thought I would change it this time around.
Thank you for reading and the reviews of the last chapter. See you all next week.
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