Ode of Laundry Machine **

Sock - jellybean

This small jellybean of a child had been in me for a month now. I was starting to show. The average time until a sock gives birth is three months. We would go to the ultrasound this afternoon to check up on the child. We ate breakfast quietly, the silence so loud, it penetrated my thoughts. After we were done eating the bacon I made, we gathered our courage and walked to the clinic. It was time. I felt the baby kick and I smiled. This child was ours. Clorox and I. Nothing could ever change that. We waited in the room with the bright white walls once more. the walls hurt my eyes so I looked to Clorox. Beads of sweat rolled down his plastic so I rubbed his arm reassuringly. He met my gaze and held my hand.

For the next few minutes we thought of some names for our little jellybean. Suzella, Doopdoop, Murp, Cathraurg, Jim, and so many more that I can't remember them all. When the woman at the desk called us forward again, we found that we had a different doctor than the last. She introduced herself as Dr. Crop-top. She shook our hands and asked me to lie down on the bed made from a cigar box. Clorox aided me as I scooted my body onto the bed. Dr. Crop-top rubbed a sort of Vaseline-ish substance on my fabric and placed the scanner thingy on top. I watched the monitor as she searched for my little jellybean. That was when I gasped. there was not one, not two, but three little jellybeans in my stomach! Clorox just stood there, his mouth open so wide, I could stuff a watermelon in there. I was overjoyed. Three children! The Doctor stared at me intently. "It seems you have more on your plate than expected." she said. "Now it seems the genders are identifiable at this point. Would you like me to reveal them?" I nodded along with Clorox, whose mouth was still agape. "Congrats Sock and Clorox, you will be having one girl and two gentlemen!"

Clorox and I snuggled together on the couch later that night, with a bowl overfilled with Cheetos and the fluffiest blanket we own. The movie we watched this time was The Hobbit. I snuggle up to Clorox as we watched Gandalf shoot some neat laser beams from his staff of power!!! It seemed the jellybeans liked it too. Suddenly I felt like something was going to happen. I felt all of my little jellybeans wiggle and kick inside of me. They seemed eager to see the movie in real time, not just through my eyes. I was sure then that my little jellybeans would be born at least a month early. But that's normal... right?

THE NEXT MORNING****

I danced in the kitchen while Clorox made the salmon dish I love. I assumed the babies were dancing with me because I could feel something sloshing in my stomach. Maybe they were moving my stomach acid, who knows? Clorox turned and laughed. "Slow down love, you might hurt them," he warned. Clorox was right and my legs were starting to hurt anyway. I sat down at the dinner table, waiting for the food that I loved so much. When he set the food down I thanked him and inhaled the whole meal in one breath, plate and all. Clorox just stood there, speechless. I burped and giggled giddily. He laughed with me. Suddenly, hormones. I flipped the table and screamed in a sudden rage. "DEATH TO ALL!!!" I screamed. I walked calmly to the fridge and got some orange juice. These jellybeans would be the death of me.