TITLE: SHAKING THE BONES
GENRE: Women's Fiction
Finally the air conditioning kicks on. Maryann pushes up from the high backed chair and crosses the dining room to stand below the air conditioning vent; it blows the best cold air in the house. Tilting her face up, she breathes in the cool air, but misjudging her precarious balance, she wobbles forward. Her swollen abdomen presses against the wall and underneath her white tank top, a tiny foot kicks back.
"Hey!" She pokes the foot and then gasps, setting her mouth against the gymnastic onslaught of the tiny body living inside. "I thought we passed the alien stage?"
But there is no reasoning with it. Not even the tricks her midwife, Liz, showed her worked. Especially the pelvic thrusts she did, just as instructed, on her hands and knees. (It took about an hour after that experiment for the last kicks to subside.) But each feisty move is a reminder not to complain. If Doc thinks for a moment that her attitude about having the baby at home is weakening, she would be relentless, pounding on about the superior benefits of being in the hospital. And the hospital is the last place Maryann wants to go.
A passing car draws her attention out the window. She lays her hands lightly on her stomach as it crawls past at the speed of snail. "The world has turned into a huge, hot waiting room."