Mikiâs belly got, the mellower she became, as if the baby were a giant hit of long-acting weed. Everything about her was softerâher hair, her voice, her skin. The baby had sanded away all her sharp edges. I could hardly wait for Ruth to soften up too. Miki and Dad talked and sang to the baby all the time, so I did too. The books all said that babies can hear and respond to voices and music, so I wanted to make sure mine was one of those voices.
âHey, little buddy,â I said in the general direction of Mikiâs navel. âItâs me, Julia, your big sister. Weâre all really anxious to meet you, but donât try and get out of there early. Enjoy it while you canâitâs way more stressful on the outside. Trust me. Just chill out and donât give your parents a hard time.â
Dad laughed. âWhat kid has ever listened to that advice?â
I pretended to look injured as I continued. âIâm going to sing you a special song now, and Iâm going to sing it to you every week until youâre born.â
Miki groaned and said, âThis better be goodâand it better not have the word âbabyâ in it.â
âTrust me,â I said. âItâs not âMaybe Babyâ or âBaby OneMore Timeâ or even âBaby Got Back,â although that one was tempting. You should learn it, Dad.â
Miki groaned again, and I began to sing. âYou are so beautiful... You are so beautiful...to me...â
By the time I got to the end, Dad and Miki had joined in and we were all in tears. Thatâs how Maria found usâsobbing on the couch.
âI knocked but I guess you didnât hear me,â she said. âThe door was open. Is everything okay?â
We all nodded like dashboard dolls and grinned like fools. âJust singing to Seabiscuit,â I said.
âSeabiscuit?â said Maria. âYouâre naming the baby after a horse?â She squeezed herself in between Miki and me on the couch and kicked off her shoes. Her nail polish was bright green. âOh well,â she said, patting Mikiâs belly, âat least itâs better than Pilot Inspektor.â
We must have looked pretty blank because she added, âYou knowâJason Leeâs kid. And then thereâs Moxie CrimeFighter and Speck and Sistine. I keep a file of weird celebrity baby names. Seabiscuitâs not so bad.â
Miki hauled herself up off the couch and announced, âWe are definitely not calling our baby Seabiscuit. Although I am considering Flicka if itâs a girl. And what do you think of Granite?â She arched one unplucked eyebrow, and we all burst out laughing again as she headed to the kitchen to put the kettle on.
âHow about QuartzânoâObsidian for a boy?â said Dad. âObsidian Stevens-Riley. Very manly.â
âOr what about Manitoba or Yukon?â I suggested. âSo patriotic.â I wondered how Joseph Heller came up with all the incredible names in
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: Milo Minderbinder, Yossarian, Aarfy, Chief White Halfoat and my favorite, Major Major. It must be like naming a dozen children at once.
Maria and I trailed after Miki, pelting her with namesâ Iota, Kumquat, Quince, Napoleon, Dandelionâbut Dad disappeared, muttering something about needing to download a recipe. A few minutes later I heard him guffaw and start to sing, âI like big butts and I cannot lieââSir Mix-a-Lot had made another conquest.
SHE FIRST FELT the baby kick in early February. We were in homeroom, listening to Rachel Greaves explain how Jesus wanted us to remain celibate out of respect for the sad fact that He got crucified before He had a chance to get laid. Suddenly Ruth gasped and yelled, âHoly Mary Mother of God!â and clutched her stomach with a look of absolute terror on her face. My first thought was that she was having a contraction, and I fell to my knees beside her,