The quickening. It’s what the pregnancy books call the moment when a soon-to-be mom is physically aware of the movements of her baby.     I remember a bubbly effervescence, a tiny tapping, a feeling akin to little butterflies launching. From that first motion on, parenthood became a quickening too. A series of moments accelerating. Too. Fast. My daughter is moving at warp speed. One minute she’s appearing on an ultrasound screen, a bouncy, blurry greyness that I hardly could… Read more »