The second trimester introduced an odd mix of tranquillity and disorder. My abdomen was swelling, my energy varied erratically, and the environment around me appeared to vibrate with a cadence I found hard to follow. Ryan had significantly increased his enthusiasm, immersing himself in parenting literature and investigating everything from prenatal supplements to the most secure baby cribs. He was fully committed, and that ought to have relieved my guilt. However, it did not.
“Check this out.” He gestured with his phone towards me from the other side of the living room. “It is said that classical music enhances brain growth.” “Shall we create a playlist now?”
I raised my gaze from my place on the couch, holding the leftovers of a sandwich in one hand and my phone in the other. “Ryan, the infant hasn't developed ears yet.”
He smiled, undeterred. "Then I'll perform it for you." "You could act as the intermediary."