I don't own a computer, a television, a cellphone and my landline does not make long distance calls without a USA phone card. I read bound books, pay with cash, and my pregnancy is the fruit of old-fashioned love-making. I'm 31 weeks pregnant. I have black and white ultrasound photos depicting snapshots of a growing fetus in my womb! This little person inside me has fully developed toenails and as the sun rises and falls, her brain grows larger. It's not hard for me to picture these physical changes in her. To feel her moving around in my uterus is a (sometimes painful if not uncomfortable) reminder that she will be too big for her living quarters within a matter of moons and I will be doing the labor dance.
Who knows what dreams I will dream in the interrupted sleep I will sleep in the next 8 weeks. I've had several of the archetypal ocean/tides pregnancy dreams, so realistic (complete with radioactive sludge and tsunamis) they were more like nightmares. More recently I've dreamt that I was invisible and the only physical part of my countenance was the fetus and our umbilical cord. Upon pressing down on my "see-through" pregnant belly the fetus's right hand emerges and grasped my index finger. Our first bonding experience was metaphysical and dreamy.
This afternoon after work, Raul and I will be removing furniture from the bedroom which is to be converted into the baby's room. I can here is exasperated grunts already as I see him hauling out the heavy wood stuff in our room. I love him so much and he's in my dreams often. Last night he was in the community of people in my subconcious city of potheads and organic food growers. It was an awesome dream.
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