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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