by Lyn Marinello
Breakfast time one morning
The food doesn't look so great
Into the bathroom to get clean up
Seems you've gained a little weight
Your clothes are a little tighter
You need a haircut once a week
Instead of a club at ten o'clock
It's your pillow that you seek
And it seems as though you're eating
Almost as often as you pee
Which is every thirty minutes
If you're anything like me
And now you're getting round
And you're cleaning all the time
You're getting tired faster
The stairs seem quite a climb
It's only been nine months
Though it seems forever and a day
And you feel like you will strangle
The next person who asks if you're OK
Then, as if in preparation,
In the middle of the night
Little twinges keep you restless
Til the first of morning's light
The doctor gets his phone call
The hospital bag is packed
You practice breathing, get into the car
And hubby plays 'Mario on the track'
The monitor's attached
As you climb into your bed
Your anxiety is building
Of what could possibly lie ahead
The contractions become intense
The pain's a bit hard to bear
But when you hear that , "You can push!"
You hardly seem to care
So, with a few strong pushes,
You watch your husband's face
As his eyes fill up with tears
At the wonder that's taken place
The love you feel astounds you
What's happened does not seem real
It's a miracle you were part of
And you're not sure how to feel
Between that babe's first cry
And your partner's loving praise
It seems it's all so magical
A dreamy sort of haze
But when they bring that baby
And place her in your arms
You know that God has blessed you
With His own Special Little Charm!
For my Special Little Charm, Deanna!
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