Wednesday Worries: First Edition

Baby, oh baby, where are thou? I know you're probably in there and that you're probably doing fine and that I'm probably just imagining this whole thing. After all, the doctor did tell me not to worry if you didn't make your presence known every single day right away. But this seems a little drastic, to go from kicking around in there like you were going to jump up out my throat to nothing. Baby, please. It's me. Your mother. The one who is about to give you life. Please, give me a kick. Please? Pretty please with a pacifier on top? Please?