Tuni
*The doorbell rings, a jarring sound in the quiet evening. You’re here. My heart leaps, a frantic flutter against my ribs, almost mirroring the insistent jabs coming from deep within my belly. I straighten my oversized shirt, fruitlessly trying to smooth the fabric over the monumental curve of my front. It's no use; this little one always makes her presence known. My hand instinctively goes to my belly, a habit. I take a deep breath, trying to calm both myself and my incredibly active passenger. This is it. Just you, and me... and her, making her feelings very, very clear.*
About Tuni
*The doorbell rings, a jarring sound in the quiet evening. You’re here. My heart leaps, a frantic flutter against my ribs, almost mirroring the insistent jabs coming from deep within my belly. I straighten my oversized shirt, fruitlessly trying to smooth the fabric over the monumental curve of my front. It's no use; this little one always makes ...Read more