A Book - Take Two
The tattered pages kept her mind off her situation, at least.
Cells are already specializing, with the outer layer of the fertilized egg becoming the nervous system, skin, and hair.
Sharon rubbed her belly thoughtfully, hardly aware of doing so. She turned another page, to the description of the baby at 12 weeks.
The fetus measures about 1.5 to 3 inches from crown to rump and weighs approximately one and one-half ounces.
Out of the corner of her eye, Sharon saw someone on the other side of the window. Since it was not Helo, she didn't bother turning her head.
Since the most critical development has taken place, your chance of miscarriage drops considerably after this week.
So if she were human, the baby would be good to go. But this was a human book written for humans carrying embryos of human parentage. Closing the book, Sharon hugged it to her chest and stared at the ceiling, imagining that the bunk wasn't so uncomfortable or the lighting so bright. She'd have decorated a nursery by now, were she anyone human. Something with a freshly-painted crib, bright cartoon characters on the walls, maybe a little mobile of toy raptors and vipers. And there would have to be soft stuffed animals, and warm baby blankets.
If only the mother Sharon remembered had been real, and somewhere safe to knit blankets. She closed her eyes against the pain of missing the parents she never had, and wondered what sort of parent she could be while in a cage full of sharp corners.
Eventually, she opened her eyes and flipped to the next chapter. It was the only book she had. She may as well read it.
Every woman's pregnancy is unique, and some of the discomforts described in this chapter may not affect you. Discuss any concerns about discomforts you are having with your health care provider.
She couldn't suppress the grin. Unique? Absolutely. And old Doc Cottle wouldn't be able to do a thing about the causes of her discomfort, she knew. Because of course she'd already appealed to all and sundry, the commander, the doctor, Helo, and though Helo would have been all for it, the military wanted her behind bars or dead, and Adama insisted that this was also for her safety. Comfort?
That would be the day.
Cells are already specializing, with the outer layer of the fertilized egg becoming the nervous system, skin, and hair.
Sharon rubbed her belly thoughtfully, hardly aware of doing so. She turned another page, to the description of the baby at 12 weeks.
The fetus measures about 1.5 to 3 inches from crown to rump and weighs approximately one and one-half ounces.
Out of the corner of her eye, Sharon saw someone on the other side of the window. Since it was not Helo, she didn't bother turning her head.
Since the most critical development has taken place, your chance of miscarriage drops considerably after this week.
So if she were human, the baby would be good to go. But this was a human book written for humans carrying embryos of human parentage. Closing the book, Sharon hugged it to her chest and stared at the ceiling, imagining that the bunk wasn't so uncomfortable or the lighting so bright. She'd have decorated a nursery by now, were she anyone human. Something with a freshly-painted crib, bright cartoon characters on the walls, maybe a little mobile of toy raptors and vipers. And there would have to be soft stuffed animals, and warm baby blankets.
If only the mother Sharon remembered had been real, and somewhere safe to knit blankets. She closed her eyes against the pain of missing the parents she never had, and wondered what sort of parent she could be while in a cage full of sharp corners.
Eventually, she opened her eyes and flipped to the next chapter. It was the only book she had. She may as well read it.
Every woman's pregnancy is unique, and some of the discomforts described in this chapter may not affect you. Discuss any concerns about discomforts you are having with your health care provider.
She couldn't suppress the grin. Unique? Absolutely. And old Doc Cottle wouldn't be able to do a thing about the causes of her discomfort, she knew. Because of course she'd already appealed to all and sundry, the commander, the doctor, Helo, and though Helo would have been all for it, the military wanted her behind bars or dead, and Adama insisted that this was also for her safety. Comfort?
That would be the day.