You Make It Easy

Even Hotter Now, Right?

Christian stands in front of me as I sit on the pool ledge, "Come on, get in."

"It's a little cold."

"You'll get used to it."

He grabs my hands, pulling me into the water. I hold onto him, my arms around his neck, "See, it's not that bad."

"Says you. I have a child taking all of my heat."

"I think that's dramatic."

I shrug, "Dramatic or not, I'm cold most of the time."

"Except at night when the heated blanket is on and you kick it off both of us."

"I'm doing both of us a favor because I know you get hot."

He kisses me, probably to shut me up. I don't blame him. "So are we telling everyone what we're having or is it just for us to know?"

"It doesn't matter to me. I figured at least our families would know. Especially since we'll have a baby shower."

"We're having a baby shower?" I ask.

"Yeah, why not?"

"We really don't need to."

"I can think of at least four people who will not let you not have one."

"Four?"

"Your mom, my mom, Bridget, and me."

"We don't need one."

"We don't even though they're going to have everything. But you're having one."

I won't win this one. "Okay."

"How do you manage to fall asleep so fast? I just left," Christian says quietly, waking me up from my small nap.

"I'm growing a human, that's why," I tell him, shielding my eyes from the sun after taking my hat off of my face.

I sit up as he sits next to me, "You're going to burn. Put sunscreen on."

I take the spray sunscreen out of my bag and spray my front side, "I would turn over but I can't."

"Lay on your side."

"So now my left side won't be tan."

He hands me a drink, "I watched them make it and I tried it. There's no alcohol in it."

"Thanks."

I find my sunglasses in my bag. He moves over to sit in front of me. "Do you still want to go hiking tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

He rubs my leg, "You look tired. Do you want to go back?"

I shake my head as I sip on my drink, "No. I'm okay."

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Can we go back to that place we were at a few days ago? With the tacos?"

"Let's do it."

Our days here are coming to an end and it's extremely sad. Leaving such a warm, beautiful place such as Cabo, is sad. But on the other side, we go back to Milwaukee where we'll have our 20-week appointment, and my schedule is changing so I'll have more time to relax and spend more time with Christian before he leaves for Spring Training.

Don't ask how I'm handling that because it's not well. I know he doesn't have a choice but I do not want him to leave. I can't imagine him missing an appointment or anything significant.

Pushing my shirt above my bump, I watch my skin to see if I see any movement. I can feel it. It's constant and I love every bit of it. Nothing makes me more sure that our baby is healthy than their constant movement. It's so reassuring.