A Pregnant Woman's Lament (On a
Hot August Day)
I want to go home, take a hot bath, and slip
between the covers.
Night is my favorite time these days.
Sleep is my favorite activity.
This occurred to me at 5am this morning as I took my third trip
to the bathroom.
Even with these sleep interruptions - peeing all
night, my son grabbing
my hair as if grasping for his umbilical cord, the cat jumping
bed, the retarded cat crying at the door at 2am, the horn-happy
engineer at 3am, the stuffiness in the room at 4am
Sleep is still my favorite time of day.
I don't feel sick.
I don't feel heavy.
I don't have to tell my son "No".
I don't have to try to do 15 things at one time.
I don't have to plan or cook another meal or pick up after anyone.
I don't have to treasure my 1 hour break or figure out what 3
(out of the 24 I need to do) I will do with my 1 hour.
I don't have to go up and down the stairs 6 months pregnant or
the dishes or sweep food off the floor.
I don't have to find something for my son do to.
I love sleeping.
I don't have to do anything except lay my body
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