She heard sirens, of all sorts, and emergency vehicles getting closer, then blaringly loud, as they pulled into the parking lot.

     “Peanut, the cavalry is here.  They’ll be getting to us really soon now.  Just hang on.”

     She breathed a sigh of relief, and smoothed her baby belly.

     “I’ll bet you probably want to know about your old mama here.  I’m a little late in the wanting-to-be-a-mama department.  I could use the cop-out line of ‘I was working on my career,’ but that wouldn’t be exactly true.  That’s partly true, but not the whole deal.  I have never been maternal, never had warm fuzzies over babies and kids.  I think I babysat once, or...

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