I waited a loooooooong time in the exam room, reading a hard hitting article in Glamour Magazine about "questions men really want to ask us but are too embarrassed to ask." I was riveted, but kept getting distracted.
Boom-ba-boom-ba-boom-ba-boom-ba-boom.
I remember that.
Putting down the magazine I closed my eyes and silently talked to the baby in the next "womb."
"Hello precious. What a brave little soul you are, embarking on this journey. You are going to have such fun! I'm so glad you are coming, to make your mark on the world. Welcome, welcome."
We continued our chat until the doctor came in, catching me grinning, eyes closed.
"Everything okay?"
"Yep."
"Sorry I'm late."
"Not a problem." I told her.
Later, HT called from work,
"How was your appointment? A waste of time?"
"No." I told him.
"It really wasn't."
* Check out the fetus. I think it's a close relative of Carrie's.
6 comments:
Sometimes your writing is just so lovely...this piece is the perfect example of this.
Sigh.
Reading this was like meditating in the morning. It makes me feel so...warm.
Thanks, honey.
what a beautiful piece ...
Ahhh. You should linger near birthing rooms more often Michelle.
you could hear it? maybe thats where Riley gets her sensitivity from. Beautiful post.
(If you can, see the link on my Blog today, have you heard of this?)
I hope all goes well
and thank you for the peace
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