Wednesday, October 21, 2009

8w 2d letter

Dear Baby:

You're one-fifth of the way done. You've started moving, though I won't feel it until December or January, and your heart flutters at 150 beats per minute. Your face is beginning to take shape, your arms and legs continue to grow, and tiny feet and hand buds have appeared. Soon, you'll be an inch long.

Just keep growing strong, Baby, and I'll take care of the rest. I can handle it.


From "Fumbling Towards Ecstasy" by Sarah McLachlan.
All the fear has left me now
I'm not frightened anymore
It's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh
It's my mouth that pushes out this breath
And if I shed a tear I won't cage it
I won't fear love
And if I feel a rage I won't deny it
I won't fear love...
Peace in the struggle
To find peace
Comfort on the way
To comfort...

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