Best Pregnancy Audiobooks Novels & Stories

He read pregnancy books in bed and reported facts she already knew. “Did you know that the baby's heart starts beating at six weeks?” he asked one night. “I did know that, yes.” “Did you know that the baby can hear sounds at eighteen weeks?” “Nathaniel. I'm the one who's pregnant. I've been reading the same books.” “I just want to be prepared.” He looked up from his book. “I want to be a good father. To this baby. To Liam. To both of them.” Victoria set down her own book. “You are a good father. Liam adores you.”

I read in a pregnancy book that if the babies hear your voice early they will recognize you when they are born. You read a pregnancy book? Yes, I did, Shane replied. You seem surprised. Of course, I am surprised nearly forty-eight hours ago you and I were arguing. Well, mostly I was crying and you were saying hurtful things. I know, I’m sorry, can you forgive me for being a butthead.

After applying the ointment, she leaned back against the headboard, grabbed a storybook, and began to read aloud, finding solace in the gentle act of storytelling. Abigail had heard about the significance of prenatal education and took it to heart. Each night before bed, she made it a routine to read stories to her unborn baby and play a variety of music. She would play different types of music, giving the baby a chance to "pick" their favorite. Even though the baby was still in her womb and could not communicate their choices, Abigail sensed a deep connection. She noticed the baby seemed especially joyful when classical music was playing, perhaps a sign of the unique bond between a mother a

It seemed like everyone knew I wasn't in the mood to be bothered, so she peeks her head in before walking over to hand me a book. "What To Expect, When You Are Expecting," was the title of the book. I smile brightly and she bows before exiting. It said it was the #4 best selling pregnancy book so I began reading it right away while enjoying my taco. ************* Bahm "They called her a fúcking whore Bahm!" "I know Kris, you said that part already." "What was I suppose to do Bahm? Do you really think I handled it wrong too!"

I stare at the two red lines on the white strip I hold between my fingers. A smile spreads across my face as a wave of euphoria rushes through me. I blink, happiness swelling within me, thinking of Richard and how thrilled he’ll be to learn that today, we’re making one of our biggest dreams come true. I’m pregnant. Pregnant with the man I love, who loves me back. Pregnant with a child who, I’m certain, will be the most loved in the entire world.

Luciana. She was curled up awkwardly against the armrest, a blanket half-draped across her, her hair messy and her breathing soft. In front of her on the coffee table were scattered books, the kind I hadn't expected to ever see in my home: How to Care for Your Baby in the Womb, First-Time Mothers: A Guide, Pregnancy Nutrition and Safety. A small pile, all bent open in the middle as though she'd been trying to absorb them all at once. Beside the books, an empty plate—cookie crumbs the only evidence of what had kept her company while she read.

She hadn’t even heard him come in. She turned to see him leaning against the doorway, hands in his pockets, gaze unreadable. “And the clothes?” she asked softly. “I had those brought too. You’ll be more comfortable here. The books are on the shelf.” Antonia turned back to the shelf. Among the race cars and biographies, she spotted a tidy row of pregnancy books—everything from What to Expect to more medical, in-depth volumes. A journal lay beside them with a gold-embossed title: Letters to Our Baby.

"I want to be honest with you. Even with all of that, there is a real chance this pregnancy will not be viable. The body sometimes makes that decision regardless of what we do. But without the care, the chance of loss is much higher." My hands were curled together in my lap under the edge of the table. She was still watching me steadily. I had come here knowing what I was going to say. I had the words ready the entire cab ride over. "I'll follow the instructions," I said. She held my gaze for a moment. Then she picked up her pen and started writing the prescription.

Pure deliciousness. "Ok, this one first." She slides a book towards me. On the front is shows a wolf fetus inside the womb, it reads 'SHE-WOLF PREGNANCY WEEK BY WEEK' in bold letters. If that wasn't a kick to the gut, I don't know what is. Am I really doing this?

"Baby, this is daddy, please respond if you hear me." Not only that, he would also hold children's books and tell stories to the children with his magnetic voice very patiently. He learned from the doctor that a fetus at six months of pregnancy already has the abilities of memory, hearing, and learning, and prenatal education can be started. Afterwards, he would play some music for the children every day, and he would also tell them some stories. The old Quinn would have probably died before doing something so childish, but the person he is now did it so naturally.