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UPDATE: Meg's blog (Feb 8, 2004)

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UPDATE: Meg's blog (Feb 8, 2004)

http://www.geocities.com/meghanstarkey/

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Jake's asleep. I'm supposed to be on bedrest still, but I can't stand it anymore, so I snuck out of the bedroom. Stuck home alone all day long, nothing to do but think about what's wrong. The baby is coming tomorrow whether I like it or not. The baby wants to come tomorrow. He is ready to come out. I am not ready for him, but my wants and needs are immaterial.

I could say I understand it, but it would be a lie. I could say I'm not scared, but that would be untrue. I could cry about it and scream that it's unfair. Maybe I will do that a little bit, privately. The dreams? Why, they're too horrible to repeat anymore. I don't want to sleep. I want to bathe and cleanse myself of the filth I feel on my skin but I can't see. I'm lucky to get a sponge bath every couple of days. I've been using wipes on my hands, scrubbing them so hard they bleed. That's ok. It's an expiation of sorts, isn't it? Because obviously it's needed.

There is something wrong with the heater and every time it turns on it reeks of rotten eggs. Someone knocks at the front door every day but I can't get up to answer it. Lord, do I really have to have a baby tomorrow? It's too soon! Make him wait. So I will sing quietly to myself - I am enchained by my own sorrow; there is no hope for tomorrow. Will there ever be a new song to sing... other than a dirge?

Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2004 4:28 am

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