Beige

One. Two. Three.

Heave.

How can I breathe through contractions

when I’m about to throw up

It’s just water

I tell myself

The baby has grown until now

ready to squish out

But before all this rush

I longed for the days to pass

When all my nausea rocked me

side to side

Until I was laying on the bathroom floor

so many times

I worry about the effects of medication later

I just needed relief

So I could get through eating all the

beige foods

Mcdonalds. Fries. Bread.

Sips of ginger ale.

I’m so tired from regurgitating

from triple-trimester sickness

But here comes the baby

and I can eat again

Written by Ko Im