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Two months later (seven months)

"Babe, where are my tennis shoes?" I called. Esther and I were going baby shopping, which I had mixed feelings about. My back ached, my feet hurt, and I looked like someone had stuffed a watermelon under my shirt, so going out in public wasn't really what I was looking forward to.

"Kitchen!" Mitch called back. He was in the bedroom. I waddled into the kitchen and saw my shoes almost immediately. Of course. I yanked them on and waddled out to Esther's car. After stuffing myself inside, we pulled out of the driveway.

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Four hours later, Esther and I had enough baby clothes to dress a small, fashionably clothed baby army. Esther dropped me off at home and I walked inside with my bags. "Babe, I'm home," I said to Mitch, who was watching SpongeBob on TV. I dropped the bags on the floor and sat down next to him. I kicked my shoes off and laid my head on his lap.

"How was shopping?" He asked.

"Exhausting. Fun, but exhausting." I yawned. He chuckled, and started humming a lullaby while stroking my hair. "All I do is sleep..." I mumbled.

"Well-" he began. I didn't hear the rest; I was passed out cold.

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A/N: This was going to be longer. Then I accidentally pasted the last chapter onto it and had to rewrite it. Writing on phones kind of sucks. Anyway, next chapter will be the birth! Hope y'all enjoyed! Peace!

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