time and pregnancy

It is like we have reached an arc in the pregnancy. Somewhere around here it is the second trimester, but, apart from the extensions taking place with Sicily, not much seems to have changed. Indeed, it’s like a lull. I think those waves started by the first trimester are now normal and I keep waiting for a bigger swell, that I have heard forecasted, to turn up. Yet Sicily seems to be maintaining an even keel. Those extremes one hears about in the first trimester didn’t show that much. There was minimal vomiting (tho admittedly a lot of seasickness) and a reasonable about of tiredness. And the baby skipped a week.

Partly because not much seems to be happening I find my concentration lagging. It’s a sort of ‘this is going to take forever’ consciousness. Kinda like sitting in a 2ft Lyall Bay line up wondering when that swell is going to show, or when that winds going to turn (because the forecast said it would).

One change that has occurred is that I am now reading to the baby and Sicily. Our latest book is the Essential Baxter, edited by John Weir. In light of this whole ‘what is time and pregnancy’ lull, here’s an excerpt from ‘Poem by the Clock Tower, Sumner.”

Where is the white stone that shall transmute
Our average day to gold?
The green lane that leads to the wishing well
The secret house the fertile wilderness
Where grief and memory are reconciled.
Angels of fire and ice guard well that garden.