Not to Obsess Too Much, But...

I was talking with a friend who is also pregnant with her third kid. She's still very early in her pregnancy and she asked me if I-- like her-- occasionally forgot that I was pregnant. It was a startling question, because my answer was a resounding, "Yes! ...But not any more." Those first few months it was so easy to forget. I had to keep reminding myself that something so special was happening inside me. And Craig could forget for days at a time.

But, like I just said, not any more.

And the more I thought about this, the more I realized that right now (and for the last few months now) Being Pregnant has morphed into my state of being. Yes, I am a mother, a wife, a sister, a daughter, a friend. I have hobbies and responsibilities and thoughts and so many things that fill my days. But right now, above all else, I am expecting, with child, pregnant, filled to bursting with baby. I hardly feel like there's room-- both physically and emotionally-- for anything else.

And naturally, this reminded me of a poem, which I now have to share with you!

Metaphors by Sylvia Plath

I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.

That's me, these days.



P.S. It just occurred to me that when I had Kendra (and Bentley), I didn't blog. So I have no idea what my blogging will be like once Lucky arrives. I'll still try to stick to my original rules, but I suspect that to all of you who aren't grandparents, things will take a decided turn for the "way too many baby pictures, not nearly enough interesting stuff." (But then again, I may have already done that...) What can I say? Sorry! It's hard to think of other things to write about when there's only one thing on your mind, as evidenced by my last four posts!