Seven lucky tests.
One lucky blooming belly. (Yes, starting now you can actually rub it for good luck.)
Two lucky weeks with little or no nausea.
Three lucky shopping trips for maternity clothes. And pool-cover-sized undies.
Thirteen lucky weeks of growing a baby. So far, so good.
Stick with me, little one. You’ve got a big brother and a daddy and a mommy and a mountain of family waiting to throw you a big bash of a birthday party when you arrive. You won’t want to miss it.