Bella's second pregnancy

Diary week 3

The next morning, after the storm and spending the night with my brother, I woke up and my sister, Rosalie, was sitting next to me. She was painting her nails. Plain old Rose. She always worried about how she looked. But, to be honest, she was more beautiful then she gave herself credit for.

I looked down at my stomach. I was pretty big, I could feel my baby move a lot more now, and I wished Edward was here to share the moment with me.

I looked back at Rose. "So, what color are you putting on your nails now?"

"Oh, hey. And it's a hot pink. You know that's my favorite color besides red. But how you feeling? The baby doing alright?" she questioned back.

"I'm feeling fine today, so is the baby."

Rosalie always loved childeren, though she could never have one. The doctors said her body wouldn't be able to carry one. I felt bad for her, so I let her help me.

Rose watched me today, I guess. Edward got held up at work- again -last night. He left this morning at 5:30. Renesmee was still asleep. I was starting to think Jasper and Emmett wore her out last night before the storm. So, while I looked at a Victoria's Secret magazine, Rose painted my toe nails with blue nail polish. I only let her because there was nothing else for her to do, and I couldn't really reach my toes. It was a win, win situation.

"Alright, I'm done with your toe nails. I think I'm gonna go home for a little bit and hug my teddy bear."

I was kinda happy she was leaving. Not because I didn't want her company, but because I felt the sudden urge to throw up. Again. So, as soon as Rose left, I ran back to the bathroom and started to throw my guts up again.

Once I finally stopped throwing up, I saw my little, baby girl, Renesmee, staring at me with concern. I guess I had always seen this coming. I was afraid to tell her that she was going to have a baby brother or sister. She can get jealous and I didn't like seeing her upset.

"Mama? Are you okay?" she asked, clutching her teddy bear.

"Yes, I'm alright, sweetie. But I wanted to show you something."

The only reason why Renesmee hadn't been suspicious about my stomach growing was because she believed I'd been eating too much. I had Edward to thank for that. The first time Nessie had been curious, he'd panicked and gave her the food cover-up.

"Sweetie, let's go in your room and talk about what's going on, okay?" I said to my beautiful, baby girl.

"Okay, Momma." she said softly.

We went into her room and we sat on her bed to talk.

"Renesmee, baby, I'm just going to tell you straight forward, alright? Honey, it isn't food that's in my tummy. It's a baby."

I really didn't know how else to tell her, plus she was my baby girl, and she knew me better than I knew myself. I wasn't going to have an awkward talk with her after everything we'd been through.

"Really? A baby?" she squealed happily.

I was so happy at how she reacted. I couldn't believe that she was that excited.