You sit at the table, feeling incomplete. Feeling lonely, yet there's faces all around you. What's wrong little butterfly? Why won't you fly?

You go to sleep late at night, wondering why you feel so blue. You're missing something but you're not sure what.

You see that blue tipped stick, and you feel a little better. You see your tummy growing, and you feel as though the bigger you get, the more complete you are. After nine short months, you're no longer lonely.

You sit at that table, baby attached to your hip, and you know you're finally complete.