storyteller and all-around creative distraction

my jumping bean


Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode.
Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
Trawling your dark as owls do.
Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
Of July to All Fools’ Day,
O high-riser, my little loaf.

Vague as fog and looked for like mail.
Farther off than Australia.
Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn.
Snug as a bud and at home
Like a sprat in a pickle jug.
A creel of eels, all ripples.
Jumpy as a Mexican bean.
Right, like a well-done sum.
A clean slate, with your own face on.

– Sylvia Plath

I’m seeing my baby on Thursday. Seeing him in 3D. I’ll see what his face looks like, what he’s doing with his hands. If his eyes are opened or closed. I’ve already seen the shape of him in black and white, his shape in TV fuzz. I’ve already seen his arms and legs measured, his brain and heart looked at. I know he has all ten fingers, but I couldn’t quite make out the toes. But on Thursday I could, if I remember. If I’m not too busy looking at his face. To see what nose he has, how much hair? Does he smile or yawn? Does he try to suck his thumb?

It feels like cheating, but I don’t care. Some people like to wait, they like the surprise. I’m not one of them. I want a face to go with the little alien in my tummy, the squirmy little worm.

You know, it feels like waiting to meet someone you know from online. And maybe I’m the only person in the world who thinks that. That was how I met Jim. The anticipation and excitement is the same. I’ve seen his picture. I feel like I know him a little already, but I know that I’ll know him so much better soon. It’s like waiting to meet a new friend, but different, because he’ll be family.

It’s all coming together so quickly now.

3 thoughts on “my jumping bean”

  • I think that’s so great that you get to do the 3d sonogram. I don’t consider it cheating at all, and have a hard time understanding those people that want to keep it a surprise. I mean, do they think they’re going to see their baby and go “nope, that’s not what I wanted. I can’t possibly love that child.”

    I never had a 3d done, but because I was high-risk, I had a lot of ultrasounds done during my pregnancy. There’s one that was done just a few weeks before J’s birth that I still look at and marvel. It’s so clear and beautiful and you can make out his perfect pouty lips and his chubby cheeks and his fuzzy hair. You can even tell that his eyes are open and he’s looking straight at you. I have a picture taken a few weeks after his birth where he’s sleeping in the exact position and it’s amazing how hauntingly familiar it is. I’ve always intended to do something special with those two pictures, but I’m not that creative.

    Enjoy these last few months. It’s weird how time seems to warp when you’re pregnant. One minute you’re feeling like nine months is an eternity, and then, all of a sudden, there’s not enough time left and you’re not ready.

    You tw are going to make great parents for little Dylan.

    Hope you decide to share a pic or two from the ultrasound.

  • You know, I only had the 2d one at 20 weeks. I was *going* to do 3d, but amidst the holiday season, and my laziness I didn’t get a chance to. Maybe the next one…

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *