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Nine Months


One.

The amount of parents the baby will have.

Alone. Singular. Individual. Mother.

Two.

The amount of times I have seen my dad cry.

Three.

The amount of times I have seen my dad cry after tonight.

Four.

The amount of pregnancy tests I took.

Five.

The amount of siblings I have to inform.

Hearing them fumble for words as they try to mask the shock, disappointment, pity.

Six.

The amount of weeks I was when I found out.

Seven.

The amount of weeks I am now.

Eight.

The amount of months I have left.

Nine.

The amount of months until...

Crying. Smiles. Relief. Shock. Acceptance. Hope. Life.

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