She likes to do yoga at 2 am 

And to swim laps in my lower abdomen 

In the pictures she likes to make fists 

I wonder what it is she’s training to resist

Will she be a swimmer or a runner

Maybe that’s just it 

She probably loathes the labels 

I understand completely 

Of anything and everything, she is able 

I make sure I eat so that she does 

She can take most the nutrients 

I pray she’s prudent

She’ll be here after me

This whole existence is a mystery 

How do two make one

Just between us (me and her father) we hope she likes to run 

Or maybe she’ll be into martial arts 

With those elbows and shins 

Finding their way to the edges of my abdomen 

But in the ultrasound pictures she’s got runner’s quads

This life, this wonder, this child in me – whoever she is – 

Is surely a gift from God 

And I won’t put a label on her 

Nah, just for the next two months I’ll ponder 

And pray 

That she’ll be who her Creator is sewing her together to be