Is that your heart I feel growing?
Or, is it the ghost of a promise
long since forgotten
If I had a choice you would already be in my arms.
Another poem I wrote while I was pregnant. This came near the beginning. I thought I was pregnant, but it was too soon to tell.
A part of me misses that. The beginning of the the pregnancy. Everything was so new, and surprising.
Then came the “morning” sickness.
Can someone tell me why they call it morning sickness when it happens all day?