I wonder how many spirits we collect around us. Don't imagine ghosts doing skeleton dances, but yes, spirits. In that tiny showcase I have at home are the three crows...the ones I bought in memory of the three non-implanting embabies. After CheekyBub died, and I went to the mall for the first time, I brought home a tiny joker. Who is that clown? Me, CheekyBub, God, Cosmic Forces - could be anybody when I am in the mood to see. The only thing that stays fixed is the saxophone pasted to his red smiling lips. I can't have any more symbols of dead babies in my house. I thought of the crows when I was carrying CheekyBub. I think of the embabies and CheekyBub, now that Season is in my womb. I do not want to buy an object with Season's memory on it. I wonder if I am being unfair to the new baby since I still think so much of my little girl? I hope not. I am not scared of being unrestrained in my jubilation over this pregnancy. My joy-virginity is brutally shattered. I am not...
Statistically Significant Infertile Mum