Patterns of a Heartbeat

Reclined, cozy, and kind was my chair and nurses in mom and baby unit.  Cubs were on, and heading to the World Series.  Wow. I could hear the earth breaking and my stomach rumbling with suspense and a hunger from hell.

There in the background a far off bellow from a woman giving birth captured my attention.  She to me sounding in distress, and despairin agony.  A blood curdling longing for relief from pregnancy. You feel the humanity in you slip away, and you take the production of an incubator.  I didn't make much sense most of the time and someone very dear said once being pregnant is the same as climbing a mountain.  So I watched Mount Everest twice and I have one word, fascinating! Who could have the desire to climb a monster of a mountain as Everest, it should be called Evilist.  Nothing beautiful about some snowy peaks without oxygen tanks.

It was the week Prince died.  It was the saddest thing I heard that day while Purple Rain, and Cream erupted through my mind and radio.  Little feet were kicking from the inside of my uterus.  Too real for words and anything else I should have exaggerated.  Potter patter Potter patter little thumps through the monitor and speakers.  Bump bump.  Bump bump.  Fast, slow, spacey, and distant rythmns of a tiny heart beat inside my uterus.