Two, maybe three Sundays from now, there will be a baby living with us in our 650 square foot apartment. One that we made and I grew. And grew. It doesn't quite seem real yet, even though I fall asleep every night to a foot in my ribs, or rhythmic hiccups behind my belly button, wake up two hours later to pee, settle myself on the couch where my restless legs won't kick my husband awake, fall back asleep, get up to pee again, then head back to bed. We didn't find out about said baby until September, so I don't know if the late notice is the root of the unreality of the situation, or if birth is just one of those big life moments that doesn't feel concrete until it arrives.
Babies and Politics
Babies and Politics
Babies and Politics
Two, maybe three Sundays from now, there will be a baby living with us in our 650 square foot apartment. One that we made and I grew. And grew. It doesn't quite seem real yet, even though I fall asleep every night to a foot in my ribs, or rhythmic hiccups behind my belly button, wake up two hours later to pee, settle myself on the couch where my restless legs won't kick my husband awake, fall back asleep, get up to pee again, then head back to bed. We didn't find out about said baby until September, so I don't know if the late notice is the root of the unreality of the situation, or if birth is just one of those big life moments that doesn't feel concrete until it arrives.