Ten months,ten months, every woman would cherish in her life. The happy feeling of a little life living within her.Her ambivalent feelings of happiness, excitement, confusion, nausea and specially the desperate and longing feeling every mother would have to soon see their little prize of appreciation for waiting and bearing a life for almost a year.
Ann, a lady in her early thirties. Fair skinned, dark brown eyes, wavy hair. A lean figure with an abnormally big belly, as she was in her seventh month of pregnancy. Never had she been so happy in her life as the day after her little prized possession was to grow a month older... they celebrated each month with great zeal and zest.. but eighth month was something special for them which was supposed to be a family secret.
Ann and her husband, Noah, were planning great things to do for their growing baby.They planned to organise a elite baby shower. They made all the grand arrangements required.
Atlast the day had arrived, their little priceless jewel ,had turned a month older.Ann and Noah at their happiest moment of their life.They wished eachother happy eighth month of parentship and they visited the church to seek the blessing of the almighty.
