Blooming Pregnancy Thoughts

I've been thinking a lot about blooming and bearing fruit, because that's what I'm doing. Both babies were planted in the short days of winter, I've grown big through spring and summer, and had/will have sons ready for harvest just days before the beginning of fall.

Steven Meyers, xray-art.com.
I love this because I've had a thing for poppies since visiting Hungary
and seeing them everywhere. And I've got a thing for x-rays, too.

Also, it's much nicer to imagine myself as a fruiting flower than a manatee, which is how I've been feeling lately.

Some pregnancy poems for you:

Metaphors, Sylvia Plath

I'm a riddle in nine syllables
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a mean, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.


When My Body is Mine, Lorraine 1998

In six months' time,
When my body is mine
And I can eat what I please

I'll eat pate and tripe
Drink wine and Red Stripe
And mountains of unpasteurized cheese.

Finally, Luke's birthday cupcakes (peaches, cream cheese, and brown sugar): yum. Best on Day 1, but they're holding up to the fridge pretty well too. The recipe makes about 2 dozen muffins and enough icing for twice that many.