Pregnancy

Beautiful baby, beautiful glow, beautiful belly, but nobody knows

Nobody knows of the ugly that is not seen but instead carefully hidden behind closed doors

The nausea, the cramps, the headaches, the constant back pressure

No matter what I do it is like it never gets better

I would not trade this for the world although I am miserable

I only wish it were a little more enjoyable

Nobody knows I am sick all the way to my core

As baby flips and flops around in my womb I feel a cramp, a tingle, a flutter

Although I am in pain I still can’t wait to be your mother.