You've been here ever since. Things are crowded inside the sac that you share with several hundred of your brothers and sisters, but it's comfortable, too. A furious storm comes down from the north. The wind whips around your egg sac and driving rains beats down on you. But inside your egg sac, you are safe and dry.
Winter turns into spring.
The sun is brighter and warmer. The frozen streams are thawing and the snow begins to melt. The grass turns green and rabbits come out to feed. Droplets of water from a spring rain splash gently on your egg sac. Inside the sac, you feel the urge to stretch and move. . .