It's been awhile...

hello, prenatal yoga. We've never met before. I've held in my heart, dreams of us spending leisurely hours together, just the two of us, no kids. My heart would race as I pictured the beautiful relationship we would have, the two of us. Oh sure, I would think you came off a bit rough at first, but I knew that by the end of our rendezvous you would be putty in my hands. We would laugh about the days that I could barely reach over and touch my toes, and when my downward-facing dog was less facing and more falling. We would marvel at how wonderful you made me look, how we couldn't even remember the old me.
People would say that I have had that wonderful glow about me since we began meeting. That I seem happier, taller, and more at peace with the world.
Time after time, though, that horrible bitch, Morning Sickness, would walk right into my life and steal you, along with all my dreams, right away from me. She would make me bury you in the back of the DVD shelf, where you would stay, hidden by Baby Einstein and Curious George. She would convince me that we did not belong together. And time after time, I would find myself running to the reliable arms of Ben and Jerry instead....until one afternoon, when I found myself fantasizing about What Could Have Been.
I resolve to make this time different. I want to be the kind of girl that makes you proud. This time when MS rolls around, I will not run and hide under my covers wishing for death. You hear me, MS? I will not have you rule my life for four months. You don't control me and I will not succumb to your mind games. This time the dream is mine, bitch, so back off.