{"id":2723,"date":"2008-11-12T21:03:00","date_gmt":"2008-11-12T21:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2008\/11\/12\/consider\/"},"modified":"2008-11-12T21:03:00","modified_gmt":"2008-11-12T21:03:00","slug":"consider","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2008\/11\/12\/consider\/","title":{"rendered":"consider"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.behance.net\/gallery\/Alison\/49837\">&#8220;When my daughter Alison was born, in the tradition of a new parent, I began to photograph her, initially in a separate and private body of work.&#8221;<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Every day since the last week of October Dominique pops up on my messenger with the same message, &#8220;Still pregnant.&#8221; A small thing, but powerful, as every time it reminds me she&#8217;s carrying an entire human being curled in her belly. Tiny hands, tiny feet, an entirely separate heart-beat. I&#8217;ll be glad when it&#8217;s born, though not as glad as her, I&#8217;m sure, who complains daily that she wants it out already. &#8220;I think it&#8217;s staying,&#8221; she messages me, despairing, &#8220;I&#8217;m over-due.&#8221; I know I can&#8217;t relate, not really, though I try, and feel I understand to a point. <\/p>\n<p>I had a nightmare, once, that I was pregnant. I could see inside my belly, which had distended to translucency, and see that the child had sharp, triangular, razorblade teeth. <\/p>\n<p>When the message doesn&#8217;t come, I wonder, &#8220;did it happen? Is she at the hospital now?&#8221; I&#8217;m torn between relief and wonder and disbelief, that she could be doing anything so incredible as I sit at my desk and help people with media software issues, until it is my turn to message her and ask, &#8220;Not yet?&#8221;, soothing the day back into something mundane. Earlier today she had an appointment with her midwife for a membrane sweep, and I was blaming that for her lack of message, while with a less rational part of my brain, I was crossing my fingers until she returned. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Still round?&#8221; I asked, and eventually she replied, &#8220;Home again. Think I&#8217;m in labour, though.&#8221; &#8220;Excited?&#8221; &#8220;Contractions about every four minutes. Will check again in an hour or so. I am SO READY to be vacated.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I know her contractions didn&#8217;t necessarily mean anything, she&#8217;s been having them on and off for over a week, but that was this afternoon and I haven&#8217;t heard word back since. That hour later check in never happened. Those fingers are still crossed. Maybe she&#8217;s having her child right now. I was hoping for a Hallowe&#8217;en baby, but November 12th should do just fine, too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;When my daughter Alison was born, in the tradition of a new parent, I began to photograph her, initially in a separate and private body of work.&#8221; Every day since the last week of October Dominique pops up on my messenger with the same message, &#8220;Still pregnant.&#8221; A small thing, but powerful, as every time &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2008\/11\/12\/consider\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;consider&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[16,81,8],"class_list":["post-2723","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-children","tag-dominique","tag-love"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2723","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2723"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2723\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2723"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2723"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2723"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}