Waves on my belly
Like waves of the sea.
Like the waves that will by and by
Bring you to me.
Wild waves of changes
Come faster and faster
From foamy peaked joy
To pits of disaster.
Rising and falling,
The waves of emotion
Now tempest, now calm…
Like waves of the ocean.
Waves on my belly
Not thought of as pretty.
No… Waves of endurance.
Imperfect. But gritty.
Photo of a pregnant mother standing in front of a window in Wellington Hospital

This is the bones of the story!  If you want the story with the bits in between… which, mostly, is the story that happened inside my head, then click on the link.