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Alison used this poem by Sylvia Plath to announce her pregnancy on Facebook:
I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
I can relate to the imagery and the wondrous forbodding.
I carried two of my children in my belly--all three in my arms and my heart. (
One of them still sits on my lap occasionally) Though they've grown out of infancy ages ago, they still occupy my thoughts constantly. Add to them a son-in-law and a husband with a
child-like sense of humor and my brain's a full house.
That means I win!