Archive for March 19, 2008
He…
He stirs inside her, in slow turns and knots. His time is coming. It’s almost Easter.
She wills him to be here, wants to meet him, wonders what he will look like and pushes away her doubts.
This is right.
This is meant to be, this little boy amongst the girls.
Her dreams have become nightmares, fitful and sharp, slicing through her confidence and she knows in her heart of hearts that something is very wrong.
He moves again, pressing, urgent, yet sluggish all the same. She counts his movements and he makes the grade…just, so she tells herself not to worry. He is alright; the room left is sparse and he is just getting ready to enter this world.
She lets herself focus once more on her little guy and whether he will look just like the others with those huge blue eyes.
He will bide his time and bring with him chaos and confusion and a new love, so deep, that will cause her, his mother, to hope, when all hope is lost.
Can I ask a favour?
See over in the blogroll?
Over in Aussie Heroes?
There is a blog called Immy’s blog.
It’s my Immy’s.
Do me a favour and click on it. The girl is losing heart and she craves comments. Please put me her out of her misery. I will love you forever, honest.
Thanking all of you in advance. MWAH!
edited to add; thank you everyone. The response has been overwhelming and my Immy has had the biggest smile on her face all afternoon. She is busy planning posts about our up and coming camping trip and also about her date with the orthodontist for her much anticipated braces. Thank you. You are all wonderful.