My Fetal Mind

     Wow! What am I? Where am I? What is this? These questions plague my fetal mind on the 26th day of my life. My brain started working a few days ago, but I can't see yet. Even my arms are not yet fully developed. But my heart is beating and I can feel things moving in my body. It turned out to be blood in my just forming blood vessels. It'll take me about a week to gain control of my arms and about 2 years to perfect the control of it. It will also take a few weeks to open my eyes and see that I'm in a very dimly lit room to which I am tethered by a cord which function I do not understand, and which I will not understand until I study biology in secondary school and anatomy in Medical school.
    I shall soon begin to hear sounds. One is a beating sound that is the most soothing thing I have ever heard and will ever hear all my life. That is the heart that would be closest to mine until I get married to my future soul mate. The other sound is closer to my head, it's more like a muffling sound, like worms wriggling just above my head (peristalsis in my her gut). Another sound I hear come from way above my head, and it follows a particular pattern, very sonorous it's less soothing than the heart, but is always around when her breathing of slightly fast. When her breathing is slow, the latter sound ceases and the heartbeat becomes very slow and that is my lullaby. Sounds also come from entirely outside my host's body. A deep voice that is usually scary but sometimes can be cool especially when talking to her or talking to me. She doesn’t know that I'm here yet. She would get to know next week when she buys the pregnancy test kit from the mall four blocks away.
    Now back to my room, I have a nylon wall and as it seems I am floating in a thin fluid. This fluid I will drink and urinate in. Eeeww! But I don’t have a choice because if I don’t, the room will choke me into myself. I like to swim but I will always bump my head and leg into the walls. She will yelp and giggle when I do that so I do it more often until I'm tired, just to get her attention. He too will come to touch the spot I hit when she tells him and he says "my strong boy" and she says "no, it’s a girl."
    My head is very large, and my body small. But as time goes on I will be restructured with my head getting relatively smaller to allow my much anticipated and yet much dreaded delivery. I love my stay here but with every passing day, I count down to that day.