Tapping and tapping

It is the eve of Mother's Day ... i sit, my cat sleeps next to me ... our always-10-minutes-fast clock ticks, my growing baby taps on my belly. We had thunder, lightning and hail today. It's quiet now, even the upstairs neighbors have stopped their "bowling." There is space here in this place ... for long talks with my mom and sister ... panda licorice ... four loads of laundry ... and smiles every time i feel you, baby, tapping out hello ...