Jelly babies

I drove home carefully, as if I had a newborn child on the seat beside me.  It was, in fact, a treacle pudding which Jo had given me in a shallow bowl.

Newborns have predominated today.  We've seen two which lead us to believe that seeing a third would presage the birth of a child into our family before next year's end.

The first was bundled on it's mother's lap, burrowed into her body.  It was still feotal; the back of it's hands folded against it's cheeks, arms and legs folded softly in.  The second was being lifted out of the back of a car, a little star fish shaped creature, momentarily back lit by the sun before being placed in a pram. 

Meanwhile my own first born had regressed to childhood and was playing 'guess the jelly baby flavour' with Jasmine.

We never saw the third.  The pudding didn't spill.