Time has been flying, and I'm now thirty weeks pregnant, feeling as large as a beached whale. Abbs has taken over daily training happily, staying close to me when she's not on the field. Fredrick and Chase seize every opportunity to rub my baby bump. I'll never forget the joy on Chase's face when he felt his sibling kick. Sometimes the kicking becomes too much, and Fredrick can soothe the baby by gently rubbing my belly, so he's been staying close.

I decided not to learn the baby's gender; I'd rather have it be a surprise. What matters most to me, and to the guys, is that the baby is...