Pregnancy

I cannot feel my fingers.

I cannot see my toes.

You would not believe the many hues

Of snot from up my nose.

The belly, it is big and lined.

Like a tiger, it has stripes.

So much peeing, round the clock,

Results in sleepless nights.

I used to sport thin ankles,

And had comfy shoes that tied.

My skin is like a popcorn ceiling.

They said I’d glow.  They lied.

  

Disney is out.  Country songs, too.

I cry at the drop of a hat.

Running upstairs is hilarious.

Christ, I am so very fat.

What a whirlwind ride it is,

This “growing a human” thing.

But I press on, because I know

Of all the joy it will bring.