I hate to see their faces when
they ask us how our pregnancy is going
— those people who haven't seen us in a long time
the ones with a chubby-cheeked baby in their arms
and a round belly indicating one more on the way —
I hate to see their faces fall
when we can't lie but we also can't say
what they want to hear,
that our pregnancy is just peachy
that we too have a chubby-cheeked baby
who will soon be in our arms.
I love to be the one with the good news.
I hate to be the one with the bad news.I tell my friend and she says that
if they don't want to know the truth,
they shouldn't ask us how our pregnancy is going.
I suppose she's right, but it doesn't make telling the truth any easier.
PS - Your due date, Nahum, is one month from tomorrow!