Inspecting the Meaning of Expecting
Being a mother is tired and re-worn as ancient jeans.
Being a mother is completely unique. Brand new.
I am doing the same things women who have given birth have always done.
I’m so alone. Nobody has ever done this before.
I have never felt this kind of love.
I have never suffered like this.
I do not care.
This is monumentally important.
So goes my mind. It’s a carousel ride, every day.
And I wonder: Do other parents feel this way?
When I was newly pregnant with my firstborn child, the woman on the cover of “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” looked so placid. Like this: