Ode to the Expectant Mother

A dear friend of mine e-mailed me this adorable poem.  It is very true and made me laugh out loud.  I'm ready for this beautiful blessing to come into this family although I know I need to be patient, it is difficult.  But I truly want to do what it says at the end.  Hope you enjoy the poem.

The baby moves and turns and twists
And hits me with it’s little fists
Sometimes I wish to put it down
And let others have a go around!

My back is achy, my feet are sore
I can no longer see the floor.
My face is puffy, my skirt too tight;
I look like I’ve been through a fight.
My brain is mush, my memory’s gone,
I forget the bills and we’re overdrawn!
Where are my keys? What is your name?
The world just doesn’t look the same!
My stomach’s full, but so’s my plate;
How can this be? I’ve hardly ate!
But give me just another hour
And I will ten more bites devour!

At night I cannot get to sleep,
Doesn’t help to count the sheep,
And when I finally drift away,
Blink! It’s time to start the day.
I’m always tired, I have no zip
Boy, these stairs are a huge trip!
The toilet’s filthy, the laundry a mound,
What kitchen floor? Just don’t look down.

This heartburn in my throat’s a pain.
Don’t even start about weight gain.
I have to go! What should I do?
I stop at each and every “loo”.

And yet in spite of pain and all
I guess it’s worth each bad pitfall
But one thing more will I shout
HURRY AND GET THIS BABY OUT!