Haiku Friday

i have been silent
in more ways than one lately
i have a secret

fluttery, frightened
and wiped like a dishrag, i’m
seven weeks pregnant

or almost. we dare
to hope for a long, quiet
ride, and then we laugh.

silly fools, showing
ourselves to the gods. it will
be a long winter

and yet, we are blessed
how lucky to get a shot
at this one last child

and how strange that the
belly is already plump…
please send bigger pants.