August 20, 2011:
I am Ready, she says.
But what about the wakeful bladder and mid-night pilgrimages to the porcelain throne to pee?, I query.
I am Ready.
But what about the tsunami of fatigue that rises up and drowns you?
I am Ready.
But what about the decidedly icky stomach not wanting to hold onto anything you give it?
I am Ready.
But what about the fire of indigestion burning in your chest and the incessant popping of Tums?
I am Ready.
But what about the pulling ligaments that catch your breath and double you over?
I am Ready.
But what about the legs that are fitful and bouncy and restless in the night?
I am Ready.
But what about the weight of a belly pulling your low back into a graceful "C"?
I am Ready.
I am Ready, she says.
But what about the wakeful bladder and mid-night pilgrimages to the porcelain throne to pee?, I query.
I am Ready.
But what about the tsunami of fatigue that rises up and drowns you?
I am Ready.
But what about the decidedly icky stomach not wanting to hold onto anything you give it?
I am Ready.
But what about the fire of indigestion burning in your chest and the incessant popping of Tums?
I am Ready.
But what about the pulling ligaments that catch your breath and double you over?
I am Ready.
But what about the legs that are fitful and bouncy and restless in the night?
I am Ready.
But what about the weight of a belly pulling your low back into a graceful "C"?
I am Ready.
Well that makes one of us, I say.
~Nichole
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