Saturday, November 17, 2012

if you want the truth

The truth is
I don’t feel like I look good
Like the pregnancy is treating me well
Every inch of my over stretched skin is fiercely itchy
My back aches
My neck aches
 My head aches
It hurts when I sit
It hurts when I stand
Sleeping is a whole other issue
Everything bothers me
Absolutely everything
And I know it’s hormonal
So I tell myself I’m being irrational
And that only makes it worse
I hate lacking any control over my body
I hate that I can’t eat more than a few bites without raging heartburn
And I’m hungry
So hungry
There’s a foot,
Maybe two,
Lodged in my ribs
And when I move
She bears down on my pelvis
The only thing that keeps me going
Are those gentle nudges behind my belly button

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