I belong to you, too…
I woke up this morning at about 4:30 am…
Oh, sorry- No, this isn’t the start to a birth story- I’m still as pregnant as ever! Here, evidence, photo taken about 5 hours ago:
I just couldn’t sleep last night- lots on my brain. When will I be done being pregnant? I feel like I’m just passing time right now until the rest of my life begins. Any minute… or next week… I don’t want it to come too soon, I want to enjoy this absolutely bizarre nothing-time as much as possible. But honestly folks, there is nothing that I have to do right now. For the first time in… Nothing is required, all is optional. I can be cooking, or cleaning, or reading, or shopping, or… Nothing. Just waiting in a pause.
I feel that I’m living these few moments as an expression of a specific gesture- maybe as you’re reading a very good book, and you come to the end of the page, which just happens to end on a sentence, or a paragraph, or even a chapter… and you have to turn the page- that is the feeling RIGHT NOW. Taking a breath as you shift the book in your hands and turn the page…
The baby is getting big. I’m not asking the Peanut to leave the chamber just yet- I’m uncomfortable, but happy. I’m still REALLY enjoying being pregnant. Everything just feels so quiet. A breath in time. What a gift! I’m loving all the strange attention and conversations that are happening towards me, are people so un-used to seeing such a pregnant woman wandering happily and comfortably through the world? I guess so… 39 weeks and still smiling!
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Conversation with the (20 year old) receptionist at the nail place about the size of my belly:
Her: “Oh my gawd, you MUST be having twins!!”
Me: “Nope, there’s just one in there.”
Her: (her, touching my belly) “Oh no, really, there’s gotta be 2 in there!”
Me: (glaring now) “Seriously, just one.”
Her: “Oh what a surprise it will be when you have twins!”
Me: “Thanks for your professional opinion. I’ll be sure to let my midwife know to expect two.”
sigh…
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The Salon owner said to me when I was paying for my haircut, about to leave: “OH MY GAWD, I was so worried you were going to go into labour RIGHT NOW.” (cue fake labour pains! haha!)
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Other than these funny little conversations, mostly it’s loads of smiles of encouragement, doors being held open, seats on the bus, and from 18 year old guys and 65 year old women I get sweet wishes of “good luck!” as I walk by them on the street…
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What kind of strange world am I hovering in?
The mystery of a new life, it seems to belong to everyone- do we connect our deepest wishes, those of our ancestors and to future hopes through the pregnant women around us? To the excitement, possibilities, and anticipation of a new life coming? To the tiny tiny creatures we all start out as- the most vulnerable of our human race. Hmmm… The goddess body, ripe with life!
This feeling can only last for such a short time! I know that the page is turning even as I write this blog. (But glad I’m writing, cause who will remember this feeling in the post-birth haze that will likely be my life for the next few months/years?) I will only be 39 weeks pregnant with my first child for only these few days of my entire life. Never again will I experience such calm and quiet, and also to be seen as a collective community object of care… Breathing deep, sending thanks. It is a great journey, this thing of pregnancy, many points of transition and gates to pass through. I’m nearly to the big gate at the end, the place to stand and welcome my child- a place which I know will change me forever…
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I’m reading (again!) the Red Tent, and at this stage in pregnancy it has truly blitzed my mind. Wow… Wow…
Heading for the bathtub. Ciao!










