36 weeks pregnant
I can see the inside of my belly button
(It's always been an innie).
I have stretched my stretchy pants so far
The inseams are ripping.
I can no longer wear them in public.
I sleep 9 hours with only a few interruptions.
Within two hours of waking, I need a nap.
My dreams are so real. I can still recall them with details
At nine o'clock the next evening.
In my dreams, I do all the things I shouldn't do in my daily life:
I eat, I gamble, I drink
Vodka, rum, cucumber mojitos
Yum.
I drive like a race car driver. I give people the bird.
I laugh like a maniac as I scream out curse words.
When I wake up, there they all are -
My child, my fetus, and their father
Two furry children
A mountain of dirty dishes and clothes
A calendar that reminds me of all my To Do's
And apps that bring me the news.
My hips give a little shake, though, trust me, I'm not dancing.
My bladder announces her immediate needs for all the household to hear.
My back asks why I didn't sleep more comfortably.
Life goes on around me as it always does -
Whether someone lives or dies
A mind or body in misery
Or filled with insane joy -
Life remains indifferent.
Is it any wonder I can't wait to go back to sleep?
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I am counting down:
4 more weeks, then
3 more months, then,
I can be me again....
Possibly,
Maybe.
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