I went home at lunch and peeked throuh the tiny little window in the incubator. I've found that if I use a flashlight and turn the lid, I can see all the eggs without having to open the lid.
Nothing was moving but I thought I was hearing something so I put my ear on the lid of the incubator. I'm sure I heard what sounded like tiny little feet scratching against the inside of an egg. I hope! I hope!
I'm just glad my husband didn't find me that way. I was standing in the laundry room, bent over at the waist, ear pressed up agains the top of the incubator, holding my breath. I'm sure he would have thought I finally went 'round the bend and broke out the white coats. It's a sickness, I tell ya!