Fitz and I had been together for 3 years now. We were married and were expecting a baby. It was one of those planned but unplanned parent hoods. We were planning on having a baby, but not at that moment. I couldn't conceive so we just gave up. But one night we went to a DSM after-party, got a little intoxicated, and... you know how that goes. We didn't actually think it would work. But... it did. So now I'm 3 months pregnant. I couldn't be happier . The only thing that gets on my nerves is when everyone wants to touch and feel the baby kicking. It's extremely uncomfortable. But Fitz always makes it better. Everytime he talks, or does anything to do with the baby, It always either goes to his voice or calms down. It's amazing
