Tag Archives: Body

Wondering

Wondering

Will you be my last? Entrusting me to grow your long, dark lashes, your ten fingers and ten toes. Will you be the last one? My last time to be penalized for simply brushing my teeth, by returning the contents of my breakfast in the nearby toilet, with you in mind. Is this my pregnancy… Read more

Two poutines and one wax cup

Two poutines and one wax cup

She’s done this before. Waiting in line at the drug store, arm weighted down to her hip, trying to be discreet about the hot pink pregnancy test box containing her fate. She spontaneously sandwiches it between two boxes of Smarties calling her name, which she doesn’t even like, if only to fill the time that has… Read more

Shedding

Shedding

How many times will I shed this skin? Revolving, morphing who I call myself. How much more will my perceptions of my place in the world change? Of how I view its complexities, of how I see its humanity. With each shedding I learn. Learn what love really looks and feels like- that it can… Read more

What no one tells you about labour

What no one tells you about labour

Nobody prepares you for the waiting in labour. Yes, you’ve just grown your human for ten months. That means you’ve created perfect razor-sharp fingernails and silky lashes. You’ve got the dimple perfected on the left cheek, and the heart-shaped birthmark on your baby’s back. She or he is ready. And so are you. Because you, first… Read more

This week in motherhood

This week in motherhood

This week in motherhood is wishing a Tuesday were a Friday. It’s sleeping beside a puddle of vomit with a towel thrown on the top and it’s nursing until my nipples feel on fire. It’s scrapes from dirty fingernails down my chest. It’s taking a day off work though I can’t afford to, and taking… Read more

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