Now, we're all waiting. I feel heavier, achier, more heart-burnier. Sometimes I sleep hard, sometimes I'm not sleeping at all. I'm walking to Tolga's work on icy roads, but I don't feel unsteady - in fact I'm sure my brother-in-law will fall before I do with is toe stepping and slick bottomed shoes.
Tolga's mom was worried my uterus would get cold because I wasn't wearing socks the other day. But she didn't push the issue. Gokhan got teary eyed when he felt a my stomach move. His dad cried when asking whether I'd spoken to my mom. (He felt bad, and then started missing his own mother).
And me? I don't know what to think. I'm in a foreign country, with foreign people, doing something completely foreign to me. It's all out of my hands.
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