Pregnancy

Dear Elizabeth,
There is A LOT I could say about pregnancy but will save that for another post. Your first impression of my pregnancy with you should be the poem I wrote when I was about 7 months along. Aunt Megan helped me "tighten it up". You will love poetry, Aunts Cate and Megan will make sure of that.

I feel quickened
and she is moved
within me. Tiny

sprouts stem
outward in a daily
spurt and sputter

of not quite life.
Raucous rolling;
flinching of foot

at my voice;
our ancient dance.
She does not

burst through.
Leaves me whole
until that final

calling out where
cries melt together,
flow into our

long breathed sigh.
Tapping on her
door to plunge

forward, foot
leaving water
to test air.

As difficult as the pregnancy might have been, I never lost sight of what we were achieving. I never failed to smile at your every movement. My dreams of you got me through. Maybe I will try to get this published...