Since last spring I have watched as two of my daughters have transformed from slender and lean to round and full. Their moves have gone from fleet and flowing, to heavier and slower. Things that were effortless now require more energy, and some things are just not worth the effort. Their bellies have grown week by week and now, there’s no denying, those tiny lives within are close to making an appearance, but . . . we wait. I’ve never been very good at waiting.