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My baby moves in jumps and flutters inside me, like the barn swallows that make nests of dirt and twigs outside the restaurant. Yesterday they disappeared and I learned that a maintenance man came and hosed them down.   Tragic, he said. But necessary.   Too much bird ****   When I got pregnant it felt like waking up at the top of a roller coaster. And then an engagement.   Somehow this is how my life is going and somehow it does not feel like cliche. Ask as many what-ifs as you want but there is just a single trajectory. Even though you have to fall asleep one day before waking in the next. Moving through concentric circles and trying to find the center. Biology is happening in a part of me that I am still getting to know.   Kaleidoscoping. She was once the size of a grape but now I read she can blink her eyelids. She is also not like the barn swallows.
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
Concentric Circles
My baby moves in jumps and flutters inside me, like the barn swallows that make nests of dirt and twigs outside the restaurant. Yesterday they disappeared and I learned that a maintenance man came and hosed them down.   Tragic, he said. But necessary.   Too much bird ****   When I got pregnant it felt like waking up at the top of a roller coaster. And then an engagement.   Somehow this is how my life is going and somehow it does not feel like cliche. Ask as many what-ifs as you want but there is just a single trajectory. Even though you have to fall asleep one day before waking in the next. Moving through concentric circles and trying to find the center. Biology is happening in a part of me that I am still getting to know.   Kaleidoscoping. She was once the size of a grape but now I read she can blink her eyelids. She is also not like the barn swallows.
emma-brigham
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
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