Confessions of a New Mom in New York City

 Living in New York City is already stressful enough, with the noise, crowds, smell of urine, constant sight of weird happenings, and ya know, the shootings. Let's not forget the hot subway during Summer, seeing naked strangers, seeing fights, and the constant "let's go or we're gonna be late" mentality that New Yorkers naturally have. Doesn't it make you want to leave your cushy town where everyone knows you and you have land and have never had to worry about seeing a man pee on the street? Maybe not. On top of all the craziness that is my city, I now have a tiny baby growing inside me and the first thought that comes to my mind is "What if I go into labor on the train?? What if I have to puke while on my way to work??" These are questions I never thought I'd have to think about in Tennessee. Yes, I wanted a baby for awhile now, but I'm realizing that raising a child is hard, but raising a child in this concrete jungle full of crazy people w...

 Little one I don't know, how I've longed for you I've wished for you, but now I don't know what to do You're in my tummy, only as big as a tiny seed I can't imagine what you'll look like, your daddy or me Little one, I can't imagine how you will act Will you be smiley or always frowning like your dad? Though you are inside, I do not feel you here I eagerly wait for the day I can hold you near Little one, I hope you'll have all your daddy's traits You don't want to be like me, that wouldn't be so great I hope you have your dad's creativity and tender way Not my constant struggle with anxiety and life in disarray Little one, I already love you more than I love anything else I already want to do for you more than I do for myself One day I will see you, all your fingers and toes Until then, you're the little one to whom I'll write poems