I’m pregnant now. I told a lot of friends early on. I never considered keeping it a secret. I adopted the refrain “Well if I miscarry I’ll just end up writing about it anyway, knowing me”. As if the subject matter of my writing lay outside my control. As if I, a pyre upon which all of my life’s trauma was festooned, had but one choice: to emit smoky missives of pain.
Pregnant Now
Pregnant Now
Pregnant Now
I’m pregnant now. I told a lot of friends early on. I never considered keeping it a secret. I adopted the refrain “Well if I miscarry I’ll just end up writing about it anyway, knowing me”. As if the subject matter of my writing lay outside my control. As if I, a pyre upon which all of my life’s trauma was festooned, had but one choice: to emit smoky missives of pain.