dear little sparky, blueberry of my womb,
one month ago today, i dropped your grandmother off at the airport, along with your aunt e. it was 7 am, and your mommy h frantically drove over to uncle coach’s house for what we liked to call a driveby. we arrived home in a rush: there wasn’t much time! i had to go to work! this was our one shot! soon, i was propped up on the new yoga ball in bed, and i stared at the ceiling, hoping and wondering–could this be the time it works? two days later, i stared at the full moon, grieving over the loss of your grandfather 10 years ago that day, and i held my belly with hope. all the while, you were already there, conceived.
happy one month conception, little one. grow, grow.
i thanked the ever-waxing moon for you tonight.