I tried desperately to hear or feel movement. I held my breath while pressing my ear close to the mother's rounded mound of a belly. I tried speaking into the belly button, hoping that the sound waves just might awaken the creature within. My efforts went unrewarded. No ripples, no kicks, no bumps. What we have here is a shy little baby. This little baby is turning out to be more and more like her/his mother each day.
Hmmm.... Well I am certain that once it gets out of that dark place, the silence will be broken forever. I was thinking the other day that I have my next 21 years scheduled. Yikes! Diapers, Soccer, PTA, bake sales, and band-aids for the next 7665 days. That all should be kinda fun, right?
Until next time, "Keep your stick on the ice. We're all in this together." -Red Green