As her baby bump pushed out, she began to feel the fluttering motions of the fetus inside. She pictured her baby floating in the amniotic sac like an astronaut in space. When she was alone, she talked to the baby and sometimes sang songs she remembered her mother singing to Callan when she was born. Suddenly, she felt energetic and was never nauseous. Her buoyant good health seemed to her to be an omen. Nothing was wrong with her baby and she refused to allow negative thoughts to spoil this magical time. Because she loved being pregnant. The changes in her body were beautiful to her. She kept to a strict, healthy balanced diet and the nutritious food seemed to be picking up her mood as well. She’d expecting to crave ice cream and pickles, or other inexplicably weird food combinations. Instead, she ate her way through pints of luscious blueberries and cherries, creamy tubs of yogurt and batch after batch of crispy baked kale. The word was out at work—though the father hadn’t been named.
