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Something keeps moving in my belly, while I crawl on my knees to wipe the floor. Why is it my job? Mom and I are supposed to share chores! Instead, she is lazying around on the couch watching TV. Next time, she steps pass me to get something from the fridge, I am gonna tell her. As soon as I hear steps closing, I turn my head, unable to move my entire body with that belly in the way. "Mind giving me a helping hand?" I ask my former mother passive aggressive. But she just turns me down, arguing that this is such a fitting position for me. I cannot deny that I feel strangely comfortable to be in the cleaning position. Henry will be pleased. It excites me so much and TV is boring after all. I rather have a real impact on... What am I saying? Do I begin to enjoy being a housewife? If it was just not for the weight in my womb, I. I touch my belly. No, it is fine! I love carrying that precious little product of me and Henry. A symbol of our unification and.... What is going on with my mind? Get yourself together you idiot!