birth. pregnancy. fascinating subjects. intense subjects. a revelation.
not the passion or challenge. no. that has been debated too many times. discussed far too much.
pure anticipation. the Promise, the Hope. That is the power of a child. for months, nine, there is the slow growth and experience of the mother, the burgeoning stomach. the spreading and separation for the soul into two.
the expectation. anticipation. it builds and swells.
like an addict watching his medicine pull slowly back into the syringe, his lips dry and parched, it is almost painful seeing the drug there running into his future so slowly as it measures past the lines coated onto the plastic (syringe) - 1cc, 2cc, 3, 4 weeks, 5 weeks, 1 trimester. it builds and builds. the dose ever (swelling), preparing to infuse directly into the vein of your life.
that is the wonder. the anticipation. the greedy, finger twitching hunger for that "fix". that rich wonder as the needle raises to the arm, the first contraction of the skin as the thin sharp pain prepares to deliver ecstasy.
the rest is just haze, and forgetfulness.
the intensity is coming...
the wait.
such fascinating subjects.