It came yesterday. Not with a bang, more like the way the sunlight finds its way into the bedroom on a Sunday morning. You know it's there, and there's nothing you can do about it. And, yes, it is a reminder of something that is good. But still.
The pain. It's here. Not enough to make Jessica scream, but enough to make her feel bad enough to make me feel worried and protective.
Why does it have to hurt to have a baby? Since it is the most natural thing in the world, why couldn't Mom Nat make it a little easier and -- less painful. And now I ain't even talking about the pain you get with teenagers...
Two months to go. If I could, and if it didn't hurt the baby, I would just rip that belly off of Jessi and give her some space. Space to sleep on her stomach, to sleep on her back. Space from all the people looking, all the people talking, space from all the people touching her stomach. So that she could run. Jump. Wear her favorite jeans.
But we'll wait. You see, we are "expecting".
