Expecting: Poetry
The innie remains an innie (so far) although I am encountering depths of my belly button I’ve never seen before, my feet are swollen beyond belief, and I officially stopped wearing my wedding band as of yesterday when my mother-in-law had to wrench the piece of metal over my knuckle with dish soap and a lever made of dental floss.
On the pregnancy note, I bring you this poem (of sorts) written in month three:
I am eating convulsively, though I find it repulsive.
It’s all I can do to sleep.
My boobs keep growing
and my nipples are SO sensitive
I scream in the shower
cowering in the corner –
hiding my chest away from
the faucet.Yes. I am pregnant.
4 comments
First off, cute pj’s. PJ’s are becoming continually more and more important in my life ever since I’ve only been able to stay awake for say…..6 or 8 hours a day.
Second, loved your poem. Really felt your poem’s truthfulness. You should write a week by week pregnancy calendar in poetry.
looking good . . can’t wait to see you this weekend . . not everyone gets an outsie, spking from exp . . have a happy day . . i loved being pregnant! xo Grace
:) Maybe you need to switch to bubble baths, as they would be more relaxing and less hazardous to your health.
Haha - Anneli — always leave it to you for sage word. ;) The reality of this poem though was that we were living in Toronto and all we had was a shower stall.
Grace — I love being pregnant too! not the swollen ankles though. It was great seeing you this weekend! xo
Jen — I think I’m going to take you up on that…
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