It doesn’t feel like “butterflies” or gas bubbles. It’s about as easy to explain as the irrational idea all children have that a blanket will protect you. It feels like you would imagine it to feel: quick and abrupt. Like when you see a fish break the water ever so briefly, then go back under, … Continue reading Hello There, Little Stranger
So ever since that fateful New Year’s Eve when I peed on a stick and that sneaky second line appeared and I cried like my life was over, I’ve been wracked with worry. Not that I wasn’t a little bit happy about it. Megan immediately tried to reassure me that Scott would stand by me … Continue reading Ready or Not
A flash fiction piece published in The Elixir’s 2015-16 edition by guest writer Becca:
Empty House by Rebecca Jarrett
(1st place prose winner)
The house was empty, but the television in the sitting room was on, the glow from some commercial reflecting on the leather love-seat in the center of the room. The footrest was too far from the love-seat for anyone’s legs to possibly reach it while they were sitting there.
Boxes of baby clothes, diapers, and other such trinkets littered the hallway leading to the master bedroom. The door to the bedroom was wide open, a mark behind the door from the knob cracking into the wall. The bed itself was made up, the only objects on it the remote to the TV and a cracked open copy of
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As promised, here is my pregnancy journal from Shutterfly (I used the Pregnancy Journal template with the storytelling style). I really enjoyed the prompts that the journal gave me because I didn't want to forget the fun little details of my pregnancy (especially since we're pretty sure that this will be the only child we have). … Continue reading Pregnancy Journal
In the weeks before I gave birth, I had begged friends and family to go swimming and go shopping with me (in order to walk in air conditioning), with hopes of inducing labor, all to no avail. On one such occasion, my sister-in-law Shana and I were eating at Olive Garden when I realized that … Continue reading Birth Story
I recreated myself, unintentionally, through motherhood at age 20. Having never planned on children at any stage, my pregnancy came as an unwelcome surprise. I worried what my father would think, how I would handle my course load and my finances, that I would have to get an episiotomy. I mostly worried that I would … Continue reading I Recreated Myself
I’m driving along, heading to work, and a car lurches forward in anticipation of a hole in traffic that isn’t there. I could swerve over and graze the car to my right, but I don’t react fast enough. Instead, I am struck- the front end of their car plowing with alarming speed and force into … Continue reading What if?