At four days, a few lists…
Things that don’t matter at all anymore:
-The size or shape of my belly.
-The clubs, countries, venues, concerts, festivals I didn’t go to.
Things that are still complicated:
Things that I now worry about a lot more:
-Baseballs falling from out of nowhere in a clear blue sky in the park on a beautiful day.
-Another human being’s breathing.
Cool new things:
-Super power heightened senses. Everything is in hyper color, and I can smell even better than my first trimester. I sniff out changes to my baby’s body like a proper member of the animal kingdom.
-French kissing. It’s kind of like of those kisses when B. and I were fifteen, except that even then I was thinking about the next base. Now the kissing is the complete act and it is its own magic land of sensation.
-My boobs have the power to sustain life.