Lena Dunham on Directing Emily Ratajkowski’s Pregnancy Reveal Video

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[Woman Voiceover] I dreamed of you

for the first time the other night.

You were swaddled in a blanket and floating.

Your hair was dark brown before it curled and turned blonde,

just like your father s.

I brought my head down to my clavicle and nuzzled you,

melting a little.

I told you, or did you tell me that it wasn t time yet?

We are waiting for you, wondering who you will be.

I ve made a habit of Googling strange changes in my body.

in the off chance they might be connected to your existence.

Too much saliva, bleeding gums, muscle pains

in the lower abdomen.

Every time, no matter how seemingly random,

all of these symptoms are correct,

connected to the making of you.

I m reminded my body is marching onward

without any help from me.

There is a quietness that comes with pregnancy, a humbling.

I m listening for you.

I m full of wonder.

Mornings and nights, my stomach grows.

It s getting colder, an election is coming.

I feel you flutter underneath my belly button.

I want you to see the world s potential.

You feel like the world s potential.

I m driving through Manhattan,

looking out the backseat window of my friend s car,

studying pedestrians as they move through the city.

A man crosses the street in glasses, another jogs in place,

his eyes focused ahead of him.

I stare at these strangers.

Will that be you? I wonder.

I m in the shower, rearranging all the names

I m thinking of for you in my head.

I peer down at my belly and say one of them aloud

to see if it fits.

Water steadily beats against my back.

In that moment I can t feel it myself

or the space around me.

Just you.

Hello, I think, is that you?

My chest swells and my eyes sting with the thought

that one day soon, so very soon, your presence will be real.

I close my eyes and try to imagine you moving

through the pixelated darkness of my mind s eye.

I cannot wait to see who you will be.

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