CHAPTER NINE
Later that morning, a couple of hours after Carl had left the apartment on a mission of errands and a little catch-up on some work at his office, Connie went to the bedroom to lie down. She needed a nap; it had been a busy weekend. As she lay in the silence of the curtained room, she wasn’t thinking about anything in particular, just dozing into some quiet place in her mind, when everything went still, and suddenly she knew she was pregnant. It occurred to her that it had happened last night, maybe in the morning, but she knew. Something deep inside her was different. Her inner voice asked, “Could it be?” and in the same breath, a soft, barely discernible smile formed on her lips as she answered her own question. She was pregnant and would wait and see before saying anything to anyone. There was no better secret, and when the time came to tell Carl, she could say that dreams come true. More than anything in her life, she wanted to be a mother.
There are women who know within hours after the divine act that they are pregnant. Not all, but some women, for some reason, just know. Maybe they actually feel a physical change brought on by the onset of maternal hormones or simply experience a glow of warmth or a tingle where there was none before. It’s indescribable really, other than the common ground of just knowing. Maybe it’s a flicker of some primordial light or a subtle change in the internal drift of intuition or a whisper from some dormant chamber in a woman’s soul. Whatever it is, if the host is in a singular moment of peace and serenity, that may be the best time for knowing things that are otherwise lost in the hustle and bustle of living life, a life that exists in ourselves at so many different levels of consciousness.
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