mood: impatient | drinking: vitamin water
I’ve become quite familiar, over the last weeks, with the use of fruit as a metaphor for the ever-changing size of a fetus.
First it was beans, limas and lentils. Then we moved on to fruit. Now, at 15+ weeks, the being we’re currently calling “Bean” (because that’s what she looked like when we first saw her) is now the size of an apple. My bump, on the other hand, is the size of a large cantaloupe. Mmmmmmm. Cantaloupe.
In the weeks when Boy and I were keeping the secret to ourselves and a small group of friends, I wrote a few poems that I also kept secret.
But now that the cat’s out, I can share a couple with you…
Proof of life
In the space
where they say
a heart will grow
a tiny light flicks on
It’s been only me
in this skin
for so long.
I am just learning
(Written on January 20, after our first ultrasound.)
On the way to the doctor’s office
I nearly convince myself you are dead.
(I like to prepare for the worst.)
Not for the last time,
you prove me wrong
because when we see you
on the Toshiba screen
you are standing on your head
You wave webbed fingers
and thrash your stumpy legs
to the thrum of your wee heart
as if you haven’t a care.
And you don’t.
is all mine.
I eat walnuts by the handful now
just to make you smart.
I switch to decaf so you’ll grow tall.
I lie awake obsessing
about unpronounceable genetic anomalies
that could ruin you.
I haven’t even gotten to the part yet
where you get a driver’s license
and a boyfriend in a rock band.
-Lo, who has been told this is only the beginning.