Yes, Tertius (or Tertia) is on the way!
The 13 weeks scan went really well. It’s the one where you get a downs syndrome “probability”. I felt like I was waiting for my HSC results - what would my number be? Would I get into my Uni course? Fortunately the number was good, it was all good.
So, how’s the first trimester been? Very tiring, its felt like 24/7 travel sickness, without the travel. The house is out of control, we’ve been eating a lot of takeaway and I’ve been going to bed at 9:30pm.
I’ve been trying to keep it a bit quiet (thus the absence of blog about it!) but I haven’t succeeded. Big Sis has been telling everyone she knows that there is a baby in mummy’s tummy, I’ve been congratulated by her kinder teacher as well as random waitresses and shop assistants - in fact she has been known to yell it indiscriminately from the pram as we walk down the street. I think she’s found it gets peoples attention!
The other give away is the fact that I look about 7 months pregnant already - I’m not exaggerating. people have stopped me in public places to ask when the baby is due. To save everyone the embarrassment I declare brightly, “June” rather than “23 September”!
How do I feel? To answer that I’ll defer to Judith Wright, in what is my favorite poem:
Woman to Man
The eyeless labourer in the night,
the selfless, shapeless seed I hold,
builds for its resurrection day -
silent and swift and deep from sight
forsees the unimagined light.
This is no child with a child’s face;
this has no name to name it by;
yet you and I have known it well.
This is our hunter and our chase,
the third who lay in our embrace.
This is the strength that your arm knows,
the arc of flesh that is my breast,
the precise crystals of our eyes.
This is the blood’s wild tree that grows
the intricate and folded rose.
This is the maker and the made;
this is the question and reply;
the blind head butting at the dark,
the blaze of light along the blade.
Oh hold me, for I am afraid.
