In a lot of ways I feel like a silhouette when I'm with child. The details are lost. A darkened outline is all that can be determined as you move through these days, preparing for the birth. Inside that outline you are all-consumed by what is happening: the growth of another life. But, the daily tasks don't elude you. Life around still swirls and spins. I love to lie on my back, fingers spread across my belly. The movement below my hands is my "still". All the detail I need in this nine-month silhouette.