surreal

faint pulses
electronic echoes of a heartbeat still not yet seen
save for the flickering on a monochrome screen
beats of that little life felt
in silent moments a few times a day
and yet
there you are
real as the great wide world
and just waiting on the doorstep of this thing we call life

eighteen hours now
after forty weeks and one
and we can’t wait to see you
to hold you
to have you here, real at last
and something more than an idea
born at love and lust’s intersection

we’re waiting…

[4:04 PM]
Eighteen hours into labor, while Ayeka sleeps.

Sorry I’ve been so quiet for so long – work’s been a bear, and then this pregnancy… let’s just say that there’s a lot on my mind…