For this weeks Sunday Scribblings..........
I'm sitting on the back patio of my Aunts home in Houston Texas.
I'm alone, scared and pregnant. I am determined to have my baby despite the fact Mike does not want to get married. I have moved 1,200 miles away from home. It is early March. Instead of the frost lingering on the near dead ground and the purple crocus teasing us with the hope of spring, it is pleasantly warm and the air is perfumed with gardenia.
The future is as uncertain as the sex of the child I am carrying.
I'm confused, overwhelmed with doubt, sad and slightly bewildered with the surroundings and the path I have chosen.
Being with child has not seemed possible. I am three months pregnant and not showing. There has been no morning sickness. It is as if it is a big mistake.
My hands are folded over my stomach.
I feel her.
At the time I did not know it was a her.
Something was fluttering inside me.
There it was again!
I was astonished. All the self-doubt and confusion lifted.
Five months of anticipation began.