Chapter 2: Second Trimester

June

Both their voices sound very near like always, even though I'm all alone in this comfortable, warm environment in which I have been now for about four months.

I recognize them. I have heard them talking to me before, and mention possible names for me. There were some of them that I really liked, and some I didn't… at all. 'Sunny' must be my most liked choice thus far.

I wonder, whether my Mom and Dad have been talking to me before, because even though this isn't the very first time I hear them, it is only very recently that I managed.

My skin's pink… baby pink, somewhat transparent, and covered with very fine hair. I really do hope this isn't going to last forever… I'm feeling like a pinkish, downy hatchling...

My weight's nearly five ounces at this moment, and I'm approximately six inches. I actually bet Mom eating so many different fruits and vegetables daily must have something to do with my development.

July

I really, really don't like being tested upon. I'm healthy, I swear! Ah, there… eventually that creepy needle retracts!

I have become so much stronger over the last couple of weeks it is truly amazing. I secretly think Mom's able to feel me now. I'll give her one little push as a test.

… Three! And there I hardly kick my foot against the sac. I listen impatiently, and happily hear Mom's voice coming from near. "Horatio! I think I just felt one kick!"

Mission's accomplished, I think. "Really?" It comes from far in the familiar male rumble of my Dad. "Are you showing Mommy your activities?" It suddenly sounds nearer. I reply with another good push, sending Mom into a fit of giggles and Dad to join in with her right after.

I don't exactly see anything funny here. I easily retract my thumb from my mouth and difficultly clench both my hands into fists. I only learned this recently. I begin kicking against my sac with hands and feet, but find myself quite tired barely a few minutes later.

I'm not strong enough for this yet, even though I'm now ten inches, and weigh about eleven ounces. I yawn, and succumb to exhaustion.

August

My skin's become less translucent and more reddish in appearance. I somehow managed to look like I have been boiled. And then, my skin's so wrinkled… I already have wrinkles before I'm born!

I really am getting stronger nevertheless. My bones are slowly becoming more solid, and I'm finally able to say I certainly look like a miniature human being now. I, however, still need to develop a bit more to be capable to live without being in Mom's safe uterus. I'm barely twelve inches, and weigh around one pound. That's not quite big enough yet, even though Mom's belly's starting to show and getting rather hard to hide.

Dad doesn't seem to mind all that much. He usually gives me good night and morning pecks through Mom's tummy. And sometimes – or perhaps, usually – he seems to like giving them on irregular moments during the day, and night, too.

I mostly likely forgot to mention he always puts his hand on Mom's tummy while asleep as well? Actually, it is quite funny, and cute, to see him do that.