I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
The 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.
That last line, "Boarded the train there's no getting off," has been running through my head over and over the last nine months; when I was morning sick, when I get overwhelmed, when I think about the pain that is coming, and especially when I realize I have a lifetime of service ahead of me. There are so few decisions to be made that can't be undone that it's really quite frightening to realize that there really is no getting off of this train.
Here's to hoping that everyone else on this ride that swears by the journey and destination aren't crazy.