A Pregnancy Poem

Sitting in the kitchen,
Wond’ring at the food;
Knowing I should eat some
But I’m just not in the mood.

Later, in the bathroom,
Staring at my mien;
Looking for The Pregnant Glow
But only seeing sheen.

Somehow I daily make it,
Through a nause’us haze
Knowing that it’s not that bad
And there’re only 182 more days…

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Photo Credit:
Michalina

 

©2019 Chelsea Owens


9 thoughts on “A Pregnancy Poem

    1. Nor will you ever.

      My husband and son were talking about something getting out of whack with their Adam’s apple the other day, and I realized I will never experience THAT. 😀

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