Thirty weeks, almost.
As you sit, awkwardly, on the reclining chair,
belly – burgeoning, imposing – taking up space,
smeared in cold, gelatinous goo,
you gaze, nowhere in particular, trying
not to think beyond now. Then,
“That’s a lovely baby you have there,”
and you wonder how she knows,
and your eyes fill.
*Photo by Bich Ngoc Le on Unsplash
