A majority of my ideas regarding getting pregnant, being pregnant and having a baby are whispered to my husband with the preface, “Do Not Tell Anyone That I Feel This Way.”
Your dog walks faster and starts to circle. You know what’s next. He looks straight ahead, concentrates on his task. Sensing your own unfixed, awkward eyes, you wonder, where am I supposed to look while this is happening?
There are some spaces that should remain sacred. These should be the cell-phone-free corners of the world, places where it is always inappropriate, unnecessary, pointless to be looking at, talking on, texting with or even holding a phone.
Do you remember when we met, in the Junior’s department at Kohl’s when I was thirteen? I found you on the sale rack. You taught me how to pick a shirt that revealed the right amount of midriff. In my twenties, you inspired me to do one more sit-up or run one more mile so that we could be together longer.