One, Three, Five, Seven
the hours I awoke
from rest, sleep
is escaping me.
Pregnancy is showing through
it means it's almost over
I've got Four months left
before he's born
We'll be a family of Five then.
On the first Mother-in-Law is set
to arrive, in Vermont or Fort Sumter.
Indecision, unrest
unreliable woman, talking to the
family enemy woman.
Brother in law and neice
are staying somewhere different tonight
relief is drenching. I'd be drowning in it
If the husband didn't have to work tonight
it would be just our little family
together, enjoying the rediscovered
ten foot space that we have been
deprived of.

Sickness, tearing my throat
biting my nose, cleaning my lungs.
Making me tired
I wish to be numb, asleep
for an end to the constant
blowing and coughing.
Two days, three days
four days or more
until this sickness plagues me
no longer.