"Samantha"

When I got pregnant, I didn't think nine months would pass so quickly. I was already fortieth week pregnant, my due date was in two weeks, and my baby's room wasn't ready yet. It was Sunday morning, and I made Heitor help me.

I was sitting in the nursing chair reading the crib assembly instructions to him, with Canela lying at my feet.

"My goodness, why do you always make me assemble furniture when we can hire someone who knows how?" Heitor complained for the hundredth time.

"Because this is your son's crib, and you don't want him to fall out of the crib because a screw wasn't tight enough," I said, rubbing my huge belly.

"And do you think someone accustomed to doing this is more likely to leave a screw loose than me, who's never assembled a crib in my life?" He looked at me as if I'd grown two more heads.

"I think so! It's your son's crib, and you don't want him to fall, so you'll be more careful than anyone else in the world."

"My goodness, I don't want our baby to fall,