For a baby

Eva

“Eva, I’m at the store. Do you think yellow is a good neutral color for a baby?”

I sigh into the phone and smile.

“Ma, stop buying clothes! You’ve already clothed my baby for the next two years. I’m running out of storage space.”

“Oh, it’s okay honey! Just one more item for my new grandchild.”

I can just picture my mom in a high-end baby boutique, holding clothes and gossiping into the phone in her Cuban accent.

“No Ma, if you want to help, please buy diapers.”

“Eva, your father is hoarding all the diapers in the city. You don’t have to worry about that,” my mom scolds.

I hold the phone to my ear with my shoulder and finish smearing cream cheese on my bagel. Now that I’m about two months into my pregnancy, I can’t stop eating and devour everything in sight.

“Then buy me maternity clothes, extra-large, Ma. I’m ballooning,” I say with a wry smile. My mom merely coos.

“No, my love. You are beautiful. You are growing my grandchild. Eat. Eat!” I take a bite of my bagel to oblige. “I lo