I feel like a watched pot of not-boiling water.

The concern of friends and family is nice, I wouldn’t trade it for anything, but I already feel like I am failing in some ways.

And it is nothing they are doing or saying.. it is all me and my head.

I keep staring at my belly, at you, as if you are going to do something, as if if I look at you hard enough I will be able to see, and thus avoid, all the dangers facing you.

Published by kayliametcalfe

Queer,loudmouth,skeptical-agnostic-pagan,book addict,coffee lover,wine drinker, SAHM,writer,editor,producer,podcaster. -She/her

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