Pregnancy

Morning love, how are you feeling? Bwah! Not too bad she said

Although I it would be better for me if I were dead

you see these bloody smells in here they go right to my head

and I think it would be better for me to stay in bed

Have you ever smelt the ironing or the rancid smell of toast?

Then there is that dreaded smell , of that lovely Sunday roast.

Or, perhaps that washing up smell or the sickly smell of food

and when the taste gets in your mouth it puts you in the mood

for the dry reach of eternity and for an hour you feel good

And you never feel like eating, just a nibble here and there

and you pick up every dreadful smell that passes through the air

And you carry on defiantly, you struggle with the fight

to stay awake all day long, so you can sleep at night

Then you discover an amazing fact that strikes as rather funny

that your bladder is so bloody small 'cause you keep running to the dunny

You feel so bloody useless and your body's getting fatter

And you never believe your husband when he says, it doesn't matter

At last the arrival time has come and fear is in your heart

you worry about what might go wrong it gives you quite a start

and you push and push amidst the pain of each of the contractions

You wonder if this night will end and and curse at your reaction

But oh! The joyful moment come when you hear your baby cry

and you lift it gently to your heart and with relief, you sigh

then an amazing that just happens as never has before

you have forgotten all that hideous pain of the baby that you bore.