I propped the book up against my swollen belly and sat cross-legged on the edge of my bed. I could feel the baby moving around inside of me, a visceral evidence of the life that was growing inside. I flipped the page, my eyes quickly scanning the text while my mind strayed to thoughts of the events that had transpired in my life up to this point.
I waited until I was finally yawning before I shut the book and put it on the nightstand in my bedroom. After that, I laid down on my bed and looked at the ceiling while my palm was resting on my bulging stomach. I had the sensation that a small person was sprouting inside of me, and I couldn't help but feel both excited and afraid at the same time.
I had a lot of questions, but there was nobody I could ask for clarity.
As I felt something shif
