“Congratulations!”
The nurse said casually
as if the miracle she acknowledged
was not a miracle we doubted.
“Really?”
I was prepared
For another disappointment
Geared up to clear things up
And try
Try again.
But we’re pregnant.
It’s true.
exciting
fearful
nerve-wracking
It’s guarded joy.
I call my husband
And he is just as stunned.
“Really?”
I hear him click on his calendar
As we schedule an early ultrasound.
The staff knows how hard it’s been
They promise me extra care
“Congratulations!”
They call as I exit the door.
Tears of disbelief
Mingled with tears of guarded joy
Flow down my unbelieving cheeks.
I’m pregnant.
Really.
Jen de Jong
4/8/08
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