To my sweet little bun-bun, Every kick and flutter, every tip that makes my balance a little off and I catch myself before I fall down, every time I feel your head or your feet press again the stretched skin…
The Maternity Series: 17 Weeks
This morning I woke, well barely woke, and through a veil of half-openend eyelids slug one foot off of the bed and then the other… a rhythm of habit. It was an automated answer to “Mommy wake up, the sun…
