Twas the month before baby
And Mom could not sleep
Not a wink since conception
Or so it seemed
The tossing, the turning
The discomfort, the burning
Endless trips to the 'loo
And streaming thoughts of "things to do"
Were her constant companions
All the night through
Her days were a blur
Finishing projects and last minute requests
She stumbled through mindlessly
She was present, but not at her best
Then appointments and shopping
And laundry and cleaning
Decisions and planning
Vaccinations and bottle steaming
The cats knew where to hide
Dad and I, we lay low
We all knew in hearts
Any minute, she could blow!
Still there were smiles and sighs
And whispers of anticipation
A happy day would soon be here
When these times would seem like vacation!
by Cole
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