"Like eat lots of oatmeal and homemade soup," Jane says.
"And fruit and sandwiches," Jack says.
There in the front seat, the litany of food interrupts my reverie. The car bounds over a humping hill, each cross street a bounce in our path.
"It's like you can't just eat chips all day," Jane says.
"Yeah," says Jack, "except if you're pregnant. Then you can have nachos for lunch every day."
Sunlight, soft through the passenger window filters across my face, more cross streets intersect. We lull to an uphill stop at a red light.
"Well, when you're pregnant," I say, "it's like you can eat good food and throw up or eat not so good and not."
"And you have to eat lots of little meals all day," Jack rallies.
"Yeah, and you're fat anyway," Jane says.
"Yeah," Jack nods.
Craig and I muffle belly laughs in the front, mirth like a ping pong ball volleys between us, our grins like rubber bands stretched beyond return.
We hide our flapping hilarity, disguise our voices with the rolling gait of normal. Still, Jane senses it, something off just a hair.
"Or at least the skin is all stretched out," she says, levity like tiny smile lines crease around her eyes.
Levity, skin, the tissuey crinkle of belly skin stretched and re-stretched around babies ensconces us. Beauty, like skin all stretched out, creases into smiles.
5642. Jane makes chocolate chip cookies.
5643. Jack wrestles gold. The family convenes for our weekly wrestling match reunion.
5644. Baby oranges.
5645. Hand-me-down quilting scraps.
5646. Why Revival Tarries by Leonard Ravenhill.
5647. Craig's mom stops by for the posthole digger. "Hi, sweetie," she says.
5648. I have my weekly communion with the women I love.
5649. "We found this in the closet," Myra says as I emerge from my room, bed-head and squinty eyes. She holds up the hook-end of a half gone candy cane.
5649. Pi Day - 3.1415.
5650. We make a family date of buying garden seed.
5651. I begin to knit at a more leisurely pace, frenzied knitting lulled to normal life.
5652. Betsy blows out her diaper which I change on the front seat of the car.
5653. I have my six week postpartum appointment, get a clean bill of health.
5654. Jane finishes her math book; we order the next.
5655. Life gently enfolds us with challenge and love. We hold on to each other.