A precious new life safe and sound within;

that starts out small, and grows bigger each day.

A girl or boy, or maybe even twins;

but it's too soon to tell, too soon to say.

Morning sickness makes me nauseous and gray;

worse with odd cravings, eating forever.

Strong I shall endure the bad, come what may;

till I ask myself, “Will this end ever?”

Child bearing seems an endless endeavor;

with belly so round, I feel like a blimp.

Baby's coming, so it's now or never;

enduring pain so great, till nearly limp.

All done now, with my baby in my arms;

such beautiful eyes hold me with their charm.