“He’s especially active today,” I said, stroking my huge, round belly.

Greg just grunted in response, his eyes fixed on the road. He was always like this lately—distant, detached, lost in a world of his own. I told myself it was stress from his engineering job at the plant. It was a nervous, demanding job, and the hours were long.

Suddenly, I felt a strange, warm gush, followed by a distinct pop deep inside me. A warm wave swept over my legs. I looked at Greg, my eyes wide with a mixture of terror and excitement. “Greg,” I said, my voice trembling. “I think… I think my water just broke.”