The more massive a planet is, the more it creates an attraction with other objects.
So I wonder when our planet started getting so much more massive, pulling me in. I can definitely feel more of an attraction. Going down stairs, my belly leads the way. My back sways to compensate. Maybe if I just lay down, so flat and close to the earth, it will all feel better...
(Hey, watch what you say people. I may be 39 weeks, but I surge with crazy momma bear hormones.)
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.
- Sylvia Plath
There tends to be quite a bit of discussion on whether or not Plath was happy about pregnancy when she wrote this poem. There's all kinds of analysis available (that bag of green apples means she's suffering from Eve's curse, etc. etc.) I don't think it has to show either happiness or misery or be looked into too much beyond the fabulous metaphors - at this stage in pregnancy, it is what it is.
