I cannot get to sleep. It is 1 in the morning here.
A few days ago I posted my introduction. In it I shared a piece I wrote for my unborn child. It got bad reviews (even tho they weren't ask for) Apparently it seemed dark and not something to display in a baby book.
Since I can't get back to bed, I decided to re-write my piece. To make it less dark, more baby book ready. The following will be a small sample of my work. I am currently on mobile so excuse typos and format.
I am on a farm. I am the wife on the farmer.The farmer has seeded not just the land, he has seeded the bed you are now resting on. To you this is your bed. To others that is my uterus.
The corn that is rising. Those tomatoes in the field on the left, and those beautiful watermelons of perfection near the road. Those will be the harvest of summer. You little sprout, will be the great fall harvest.
You must be wondering how you were seeded. See, before the seeding begins you must plow the land. The farmer is an excellent plower you see. It only takes him a few hours to plow all the land. My land it took less since it's smaller. Plowing is a lovely thing that is designed with hard work, dedication,
and lots of love. Which is indeed how you were created.
Let us be whisked away by the cool autumn wind. I shall place us in November, the month is which we all give thanks, the month which makes perfect sense for you to arrive.
Farmer: *knock knock* (Farmer knocked on my belly): Today is the day little one, today is the day that I will harvest you from land that I seeded you 9 months ago.
The farmer prepares me for your harvest. I open the front path to your bedroom. The farmer walks up the long hallway, and rests shortly with his hand on the knob to your palace. "Should I knock again" he wonders. He gently approaches your bed where he sweeps you up in his arms. He rushes you down the hall. Soon you have seen the light. Just like those tomatoes, you still have your vine attached, but don't worry, the farmer trimmed it off.
November: What a wonderful and peaceful month. It surely will be full of thanks this year as we will be welcoming our little fruit pie.