Ode to the First Trimester

For this ity bity life

I give my whole self

Take my personal plans

Put them up on a self

New things more important

Like eating and resting

Can't use the word crazy

So we just call it nesting

I need to write "pregnant"

Across my forehead

A simple way to show why

I look mostly dead

Not time for new clothes

or setting up a crib

Just try to stay grateful

As I lift up the lid

Feeling so weak 

Compelled by the retching

I'm sure my poor husband

Finds all of this fetching

I finally have boobs

But does it really matter

They don't seem so cool

With the rest of me fatter

For now it's just me

With this growing babe

Our lives so intwined

The bond firmly made

Despite all my whining

Moping and moaning

We wait and we dream

Just praying and hoping

So I have to give in

And turn over this bod

Relinquish my pride

For our pea in pod

Sadly, my parenting happens mostly from a reclined position these days.  Here the kids cooperated to make me a princess.  I welcome all activities where I can remain seated.  Man I hope I can survive these next  few weeks.