Archive for the ‘Womb with a View’ Category
Raspberries!!!!
Sep
The daddy voice made a new game up today. I love play time with the daddy. The piano game was my favorite but this game is much more fun. The daddy makes loud funny vibratty sounds on the edge of my space, they make mommy giggle like crazy and she calls them “raspberries”, then I stretch as far as I can into the outer limits and try to catch the daddy. I miss a lot, but he usually comes back if I stay stretched out and pokes at my foot poke.
Mommy says she is drinking a lot of raspberry tea to help my space be stretchy and strong for the “big day”. I don’t think she is saying it right because those raspberries don’t make any noise and I definitely can’t find the daddy. *sigh* Words are so confusing…
Day 260 (Mommy says 20 days “to go”)
Sep
I think I am a peanut. What is a peanut? I don’t know, but the mommy voice used to say this a lot… now I hear more talk of watermelons. What are watermelons? They must not be as good as peanuts because mommy sounds less jolly about the watermelons. I must not really be a watermelon though, mommy says she loves me, much much more than watermelons. I’m pretty sure I’m still a peanut.
My quest to identify the warm vibrating thing continues. It returned last night while the universe was sideways. It did the slow kneading bumpies on the edges of my space then plopped on my top and commenced the warm vibratiness. It feels nice though, so maybe I will like it when I find it. I like sideways time. The daddy voice talks to me more then and bumps the edges of space. He feels much closer lately, I can reach out and try to find him but still can’t quite make contact. But he bumps back when I bump and this makes me happy so I bump more. The mommy voice giggles when I bump a lot, then I try to stay still to hear better but she stops giggling too. It is very frustrating to be a peanut.
The universe is shrinking…
Sep
Day 257
I’ve come to realize the universe is, in fact, shrinking. The vast comforting darkness within which I first became aware, has now grown tight. Where once I occasionally bumped the far reaches of space, I am now constantly in contact with the ends of the universe. In every direction. And whats more, it now shrinks around me with force before releasing me. This is happening more frequently. I’m not sure what happens once the universe shrinks to where I no longer fit. The voice I’ve come to call “mommy” says this is normal and she sings more often now to help me stay cozy. The “daddy” voice also seems closer now. Perhaps I will be able to finally finish my research and identify the strange warmness that vibrates and the deep and squeaky “woofs”…
