At night, my belly grows to one hundred times its size. While I try to sleep, she’s given the space she needs to flip and dance, ponder in comfort what it feels like to be a city baby, our baby.

Her thoughts (1am-4am EST):

“How’s Mom gonna navigate those subway stairs? Do we ALWAYS have to take the “6” train? Or is it just her excuse to pass the Balthazar bakery and eat something with cinnamon and sugar?”

“I’m really diggin’ last night’s lamb stew… How does Dad do it? There’s Mom’s crazy mood swings (probably caused by me), his nutty teaching hours and then the wedding gift-cluttered shoebox apartment…”

“When are they going to get it together and start decorating a nursery? I’m thinking white, creams and pink toile… I want the space to whisper calm, cool city baby. Okay, someone’s been reading Domino before bed.”

“Is Dad really gonna be on television this spring? Someone needs to cool it with the fabric samples and paint chips and start planning a viewing party.”

My thoughts are baby’s, hers are mine… pregnancy has proved to be the strange, mysterious comingling of souls and thoughts and bodies.

I try to imagine what’s next and I can’t…

All I seem to be good at is planning menus, feeling fabrics, rearranging boxes. Tomorrow night is Scrabble and dinner with friends–French onion soup, Roasted Butternut Squash, Walnut and Parmiggiano Salad, Angel Food Cake with Lemon Honey Drizzle. When I’m full, I’m happy and my mind is at rest. Then night comes and I try to fall asleep. Parker Lee and I begin our games anew…

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