Mom became a instant celebrity. It was pretty clear that she was carrying something pretty special in her growing tummy. She went to the supermarket and was pushing her silvery shiny grocery cart around the store through the cereal aisle when a little girl came up to her and asked “Why is your tummy so big?”
She thought that she had a watermelon in her tummy. Mom looked down at her and smiled and said, “I have a baby in my tummy.” 
And of course, since she was only a child she couldn’t exactly know what it means to have a baby. But she had a question forming in her head. It was kind of hard to explain. It kind of looked like this:
It was really squiggly. And it wasn’t perfect at all. But it was growing, slowly but surely, and soon there would be a heart beating.
So there’s not so much a watermelon in my tummy after all. It’s a real live individual, someone who can live and breathe and think like us—well, maybe not think, not so much.
So we have to sing to it, and let it know that it’s loved. We do it by singing songs. They don’t have to be fancy songs, just nursery rhymes that we make up, and when I sit at home with Daddy I can hear both him and Mommy talking saying that they love me,
sitting on the grass, doing their research.
Austin Diamond 