Your gathered somewhere tight and small in a clust
and to get you out is a must.
Out the orvarie and a slipping slide down the fallopian tube,
right where I need you to be to bring you closer to me.
The two week wait will it happen? is it fait ?
More hungry, more tired and my boobs are sore,
But I won’t spike happiness yet I’ll wait some more.
I’ll wait with anticipation and patience.
Just two weeks untill I know
wether or not I wait some more to watch you grow .
It’s the one line I fear but the time is now here.
Widthdraw the stick and then you dip.
now I wait just two minuets longer while the adrenaline gets stronger and stronger.
With my heart thumping for fear or excitement I don’t know I turn the stick ……
for a strong solid No!
The butterflies go and they disappear yes it’s another month with out you my dear .
Hopes are still high however I can’t help but cry.
With the only question being why?
Why not me?
I’ll be the best mother I could ever be.
I Cry the news out to your dad and watch
his face drop and look so sad.
We cuddle and we dream of you, speak of you,
wish and pray for you.
Another month yet without you but another month closer till all our dreams come true.
We haven’t met you but we already love you we really do.