but i carried a passenger now , a little insect , clinging to the leaf , my little pale grub of a baby , who moved inside me as stephen spoke , bumping the walls of my body , stretching out her limbs and beating gently against me , hands or feet i didnt know , rocker-like , is that what it said , and my tiny girl , the one of my dreams with curly dark hair and perfect little teeth , opened her mouth and roared with laughter at such absurdity .