When I woke up I knew I was pregnant with Coco. It was raining and my window was open. While I was sleeping, droplets of water had pushed through the screen holes and ricocheted off of the windowsill's chipping, white paint in unlikely trajectories. The drops landed in an uneven spray across the blanket covering my body. I could not feel the wetness yet - it was still too delicate. I could only smell it. Coco would not be able to feel or smell raindrops for another nine months. Coco was still just a cluster of a cells; she was difficult to feel in a physical sense. But I knew she was there. Some new energy lay deep within me beneath my own cell layers. I remembered a schematic from my Bio textbook...

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