Day minus 1

Its 1 day before I arrive. I am 30 weeks and 6 days old.

THUD-THUD THUD-THUD THUD-THUD ..........

Thats all I can hear. There's pulsing through my body. It's all I know

I sleep.

I sleep.

THUD-Thud THUD-Thud THUD-Thud ..........

I wake up. Something is wrong in my world. My tiny world.

THUD-Thud THUD-Thud THUD-Thud ..........

The pulsating I have know throughout my life is fading. It's failing. What's wrong. Why is this happening?

10:00am and I kick with all my strength. But its feeble. I'm a shadow of my former self. I am done. I get weaker. I squirm. I move but my kicking and punching is finished.

My mummy worries. She worries anyway but now its worse. She loves me and her senses tell her something is wrong. She waits. I have done this before but then I was sleeping. And I woke up. That was different.

I sleep and all is not well .......................

Mummy doesn't sleep and knows all is not well.