I felt the lump three inches below my navel, and I knew. I read nesting blogs, started working from home. My husband gifted me a handsome cashmere blanket. The first moment of pain, and an insane release.
More waiting. At first I squatted like I was peeing in a public toilet. Then I understood it could bear my weight. I spent afternoons doing crosswords. I hugged and kissed my husband, but my body never left my orb.
In the early morning, an insistent tapping. Then my baby punched itself alive.
I don’t know what to do with the shell, the shards.
Creepy… a small tantalizing piece—would like to read the whole puzzle. very nice
This one is g-o-o-d. Reads like a horror love story.