Thursday, January 3, 2008

"nothing can stop our tenderness"

I am wondering if this pregnancy would go faster if we had found out the sex of the baby. Would I not be dreaming and imagining what types of activities would be filling this child's days? The anticipation is constantly crossing my mind and is growing and growing and growing...Imagining a litte girl pulling on my pant leg, or a boy, wrestling with his older brother is almost too much for me to handle. I'm so thrilled either way that I can hardly contain my excitement, and hence, would I have this degree of excitement if I knew we were having a boy or a girl? I suppose this is arbitrary. Who could tell either way? Needless to say, thoughts of rough and tumble or ribbon and lace are floating through my mind. I still have 3 months to go. I'm thankful for this time, but I have a feeling it's going to take forever until we get to March.

I read this poem a little while back and often think of it while pondering the joys of having a girl. Please read it, it's beautiful.

I Stop Writing the Poem
Tess Gallagher
to fold the clothes. No matter who lives
or dies, I'm still a woman.
I'll always have plenty to do.
I bring the arms of his shirt
together. Nothing can stop
our tenderness. I'll get back
to the poem. I'll get back to being
a woman. But for now
there's a shirt, a giant shirt
in my hands, and somewhere a small girl
standing next to her mother
watching to see how it's done.

1 comment:

CresceNet said...

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