Category: pregnancy
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Winter Ghosts
I’ve been negligent. As I become more obviously pregnant, folks are so obviously and loquaciously delighted, and yes, this new baby, this unexpected girl, is a much-needed bright star in a dark year. How lovely to talk about impending birth instead of death! But it’s exhausting being so grateful all the time. I find myself…
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Auld Lang Syne
I don’t want to let the year end without saying that, for all of 2011’s sorrows, I am deeply and heartfelt-fully grateful for my family — my boys, my husband, sisters, brothers, cousins, aunts, etc. — and all my loyal and loving friends — virtual and otherwise. You remind me of what’s true and dear…
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The Writing Blues
My children are ever so much more productively writing than I am. Vincent’s discovering the discoveries and challenges of reading and writing, and Aidan is doggedly working on his own mysterious pages. I, on the other hand, have written exactly two poems since my mother died. That Salamander will be publishing one of them in…
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NaPoWriMo Draft 4.
No nonet today, though you do really internalize it when you’ve been working in a form: as I began my draft, the lines were falling into a nonet until I consciously changed them. {poof!}
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In case you were wondering:
Update: 5:30am, Saturday, 12.27.08 — heading to the hospital… Update 2: 10:30am, Saturday, 12.27.08 — home again. Too soon, never mind… Update 3: 3:30am, Monday, 12.29.08 — back to the hospital, O O O.
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Ho Ho Ho!
Still pregnant. But after 4 days of antibiotics, I feel blissfully better, enough to go to my friend Lea’s house last night for a holiday hoe-down. Great fun! Lance and Vincent came, too, but left early once Vincent’s fascination with all the lit candles could no longer be distracted by butterfly crackers and cupcakes. Darn…
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Home. Every day. Small nuggets.
Yesterday, Vincent & I went downstairs to check the mail, and he, because he’s fun that way, locked the door behind us. Hence I discovered how ludicrously easy it is to pick the lock of our apartment. Good thing we own nothing worth stealing. * Being home so much is very odd, but now we’re…
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Dream at 35 weeks.
In general I haven’t written much here about my pregnancy, but some stories just demand telling. I don’t know if this sort of thing will begin occurring more frequently as labor approaches, but I had a birth-dream last night: As now, I’m at 35 weeks. But, unlike real life, in the dream, I’m in labor…
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“Good job, Mommy!”
My life day to day was lived through ordinary actions and powerful emotions. But the more ordinary, actual, the more intense the day I lived. The more I lifted a child, conscious of nothing but the sweetness of a child’s skin, or the light behind an apple tree, or rain on slates, the more language…
Marie Gauthier 