Well, we had our big ultrasound today. It looks like there’s a real baby in there, folks. And my belly be a-growin’. Nope, we didn’t find out gender if you can believe it. Totally not our style, but we’re sticking’ to it for this last go round. I thought I’d be able to tell from the facial profile (which Luke pointed out is ridiculous). So I have no idea which camp our family will more heavily live in: Princess Pond or Firetruck Fraternity. TBD.
And I’m not one of those people who just has these feelings and knows. I’ve been wrong twice now, so I don’t trust myself here.
At any rate, here’s a really beautiful poem I wrote when I was pregs with Kierian (Bear-Bear) that really resonates right now. I hope you enjoy the dazzling language and imagery, along with the enticingly subtle allusions. Really, it’s awe-inspiring.
Farewell, goodbye, Vajay-jay my friend,
It looks like our time together has come to an end.
My tummy, it’s a growin’, a mountain so strong,
You should see how my booty now swallows a thong.
‘Bout two years I paid you so much attention, you know?
Alas, waxing and grooming and laser hair removal no mo’.
Out of sight out of mind, or so they say,
It seems I didn’t shave for yet another day.
I’ll see you in full length mirrors, and post-baby, perhaps.
Our dear, poor, sweet Luker, that unlucky chap.
It isn’t my fault, I promise, I swear,
I’ve got a wee-human that’s living in there.
So Dear Husband, if you can, forgive me please,
if it appears you can no longer see the forest through the trees.