What it feels like, being in the final weeks (days? hours?) of a pregnancy
March 08, 2009
You know that moment, on the 4th of July, when just enough light has drained out of the sky that everyone below is distracted, looking up and wondering if it's time, NOW, for the fireworks to start? A bird flies by, a straggler headed for home, and the white flash under its wings makes a dozen heads whip around to see if this is it. Children ask and re-ask, when? Soon? and parents shrug and try to distract them with glo-sticks. Everyone knows something good is coming, but no one knows exactly when, and a few people are just hoping there aren't any fatalities. The air is full of equal parts boredom, excitement, and fear.
And you, the pregnant woman? Are the whole knocked-up sky. You're huge and have no control whatsoever in when the show will begin and you kind of wish people would stop looking at you and your ankles are swollen and your analogy has completely broken down and you don't care because you're slightly irrational and quite grumpy.
Love this analogy - worked for me straight through! (We can come up for something synonymous with ankles...) I'm just happy that you're still posting. Can't wait for the dewy drips of daughter love coming soon.
Posted by: Kerri | March 08, 2009 at 10:58 PM
good analogy. I'm sorry/glad that you're there though. I hope that the fireworks start at just the right moment for all.
Posted by: Tracy | March 09, 2009 at 06:46 AM
Hang in there kid.
By the way, we aren't that particular about analogies - we just want you to keep writing.
Posted by: amy | March 09, 2009 at 10:48 AM
Hang in there Kira! I'm so excited for you! I really loved your analogy and I forwarded it (with appropriate linkage and credit of course) to a dear friend who is nearing your stage of pregnancy. Thanks for keeping us in the loop!
Posted by: Julie in Austin | March 09, 2009 at 11:49 AM
You need to change the name of your blog to the "whole knocked up sky", even if just temporarily. It's just so catchy!
Posted by: Kristy | March 09, 2009 at 12:38 PM
Two days before my second was born, and already overdue, I attended an Easter potluck picnic. I did a lot of scrambling up and down off blankets spread on uneven ground, and my fellow picnic attendees were alarmed. "Be careful", they said, "That might send you into labor." "If that were to happen", I responded, "I would be utterly delighted." Yet they kept looking at me like I was a bomb about to go off.
Posted by: Sarah D | March 09, 2009 at 11:35 PM
Honey... sending you love, and hopes of patience while at the same time snapping my fingers in your daughter's direction saying "lets get a move on!" Good luck babe, can't wait to be updated.
Posted by: Nic | March 11, 2009 at 10:10 PM
Kira- I had a dream last night where I was in the grocery store picking out spinich and I looked over and you were there too, picking up raspberries and telling a woman next to you that the berries always make you go into labor. I was worried for me in the dream as I love raspberries but didn't want to have a baby. Strange... Thinking of you- more than I realized- and keeping my fingers crossed.
Posted by: Nic | March 12, 2009 at 02:45 PM