[NotBloodyLikely]

I carried you inside me, for what seemed like an age,
You messed with my emotions, elation filled with rage,
I couldnt wait to meet you, to hold you close to me,
The child growing inside, I couldnt wait to see,
Patience isn’t my strong point, I’ve always been the same,
But now I knew, I had no choice, We played the waiting game,
Back an forth for check ups, more test were to be done,
All this bloody time, waiting to be mum,
Heartburn brought on sickness,
Sickess brought on tears,
Why is it a pregnancy seems to last for years?
As time passed you got stronger,You liked to exercise,
You’d kick so hard, youd send a pain – that ended in my thighs,
MY stomach swelled to house you, no concept of my plight,
Fastening up my shoes – became a major fight!!!
People laughed and giggled and I often felt down beat,
It wasnt all MY own fault I couldnt see my feet!
For months this game continued, getting larger by the day,
No matter what i’d try and do, you was always in the way,
Walkin, it became a chore, faster snails i have seen,
I needed arm extensions, if I wanted to be clean,
Then the day arrived, the one I’d waited for,
And Jesus Christ you gave me pain like none I’d felt before,
Hours and hours we laid there, on that bloody rock hard bed,
Till the nurse spoke out those special words … ‘I see the babies head’
Our game was almost over, no more waiting to be done,
The time of sick and heartburn were almost overcome,
A few more breaths, some gas and air, and a gentle push or two,
I looked down and looking back, my special child was you!
You drew a breath, and out it came, a scream that made me stare,
I asked the nurse as she looked on,’Can we put him back in there?’
This was to be the start of our lives as son and mother,
I look back and realise, you was well worth all the bother,
Since the day that you was born, we’ve shared some special times,
And as the stretch marks faded, I gained some other lines,
The lines upon my face, are placed there just for you,
From the smiling and the laughter caused by the things you do,
The waiting game we played so well was over long ago,
And all thats left for me to do, is watch my young man grow!

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