Week 90 - I am Four.

I am four. Four years old! But Momma—they haven’t said, “We are thirty-three. Thirty-three weeks old,” yet. My ear is on your belly—Momma—but they aren’t talking. Tell them to wake up! Remind them how your uterine wall is thinning so it’s easier to notice when it’s light and dark. Because it’s morning, Momma. They should be awake! Tell them how they’re the size of the fruit you will never, ever let me eat again because it makes me hyper! You know; that yummy, golden, juicy ring fruit. It has a long name… mm, mmm—pineapple!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    -a.m.opdahl