I look at these photos from only a couple of weeks ago, and I no longer see only myself and my ripe round belly. I see his pointy chin, his robust arms, his chubby hands with their grip of steel, his smooth straight hair and fine white eyebrows, his almond eyes which gaze into your own more deeply than would seem possible for such a tiny thing, and his tiny lips that curl up like Elvis every once in a while. I see him snug inside of that belly, perfectly posterior (all the better to give his Mama crazy back labor), and waiting. I see myself, eager about the possibility of him arriving at any moment, and I see him inside, relaxing and thinking that hmmmm, maybe he'll wait another eleven days.
And of course, I see my Biet, with that grin that melts my soul.
// Due Date Part One Here //
