Dear Pregnancy

A poem

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This dear pregnancy thing

Its ups and downs I feel

My head pounds frequently

Like the conga is at play

The putrid taste in my mouth

Morning sickness, it is called

But mine lasts all day long

And all night when it wills

My mood swings indeed swing

Like the swing dance of yesteryear

I feel more bloated each day

My gain, new clothes for me

My chest is not complaining

One cup above it goes

The bathroom is my friend

From peeing time to time

Though poop is another issue

Not wanting to be moved

My laugh I do control

Or leak I feel below

I can go on and on

But here, I rest my case

I’ll do it again

In a heartbeat

If perfection

That’s you

I gain