Belly’s so heavy and it’s still growing
Joint pains in hands and feet; they’re swollen
And I’m itchy all over, can’t sleep
Tossing and turning is not helping
“Mind over matter” – also not working
Then I need to pee for the nth time
Now I am fully awake, annoyed
Then I think about you, our little one
I feel your kicks, your stretches inside
Your ways to tell me you’re safe and sound
All nuisances are suddenly gone
My annoyance turns into a smile
Now I have strength for pain and discomfort
As I dream about us three, I’ll be fine
Writer’s Note: I’ve given birth about 3 weeks ago; this poem was when I was about 5 months pregnant. The sonogram was when she was about 9-week old in my tummy. It’s amazing how a baby, even if he/she hasn’t been born yet, can affect the parents’ lives!
You brighten up our world, putting a smile to my face
I look forward to each day as you put me in a place
Where everything is beautiful and all is positive
Where frustrations are forgotten, now with new perspective
We’ve wanted to see each glimpse of how you are growing
And feel each little move you make and all the kicking
It’s uncomfortable but it’s a wonderful state
This feeling, it’s definitely strange yet it’s so great
We’re giving you life but you give our lives a new meaning
We’re so excited for you and experience your blessing
Four more months before you join your mommy and daddy
For now, just focus on being well, our little baby
Lost in a world with too many people
Too many things going on
My mind has been preoccupied
Resulting in not knowing what I want
Confused as to what I need
I am seemingly lost in this void
Overwhelmed by this busy crowd
So how can I make amends?
Take charge of my destiny?
Gain a different perspective?
When all I have is my pen
And I am gradually losing my wit
How do I focus to the things that matter?
How do I ignore all the noise?
Then it just dawned on me…
All I need is my pen and a little bit of wit!
Just start writing whatever, whenever
Then just have a little faith and believe
I will soon overcome this drought
Its end is near