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I don't know where to start.
Do I mention how strong the baby has become? How its movements cause me to groan and roll at home, how the movements cause me to pet my watermelon stomach at work? How I spoke to the baby in the soup aisle, saying, "I know you're hungry. I'll go home and make dinner."
Do I mention my kitten, growing ever so spry, plotting on us all in the mid morning hours, immobile as it stalks a mouse in the kitchen?
Do I mention my husband, how he's stuck between loves, struggling with an eternally heart broken father and a mother in ill health, how he stymies his worries until they gush like lava cake, a sad dessert at the end of the day?
How about my brother? Living so hip in Chicago, so self absorbed and wound tightly with his only date, a girl who can't stop talking about TV shows that I've never seen.
Work. It no longer controls me. I go, I care, I come home and care more about my social world. My own struggle with the rights and wrongs of goings-on as I wash dishes.
Yet, I don't wonder about mothering. I consider how I might handle a child's tantrum, but I haven't worried about myself as a mother. I figure some of it's natural. The other parts, I'll discover as days unfold.
I do wonder how the hell I'm supposed to study for a social work test. The new prototype will appear next week and no one has given us clues about how to prepare. I wonder if I should push back my test date. I suspect the baby will appear early despite shrugs from the doctor. I'm still talking about this, but I haven't decided on a plan.
Do I mention how strong the baby has become? How its movements cause me to groan and roll at home, how the movements cause me to pet my watermelon stomach at work? How I spoke to the baby in the soup aisle, saying, "I know you're hungry. I'll go home and make dinner."
Do I mention my kitten, growing ever so spry, plotting on us all in the mid morning hours, immobile as it stalks a mouse in the kitchen?
Do I mention my husband, how he's stuck between loves, struggling with an eternally heart broken father and a mother in ill health, how he stymies his worries until they gush like lava cake, a sad dessert at the end of the day?
How about my brother? Living so hip in Chicago, so self absorbed and wound tightly with his only date, a girl who can't stop talking about TV shows that I've never seen.
Work. It no longer controls me. I go, I care, I come home and care more about my social world. My own struggle with the rights and wrongs of goings-on as I wash dishes.
Yet, I don't wonder about mothering. I consider how I might handle a child's tantrum, but I haven't worried about myself as a mother. I figure some of it's natural. The other parts, I'll discover as days unfold.
I do wonder how the hell I'm supposed to study for a social work test. The new prototype will appear next week and no one has given us clues about how to prepare. I wonder if I should push back my test date. I suspect the baby will appear early despite shrugs from the doctor. I'm still talking about this, but I haven't decided on a plan.