A PREGNANT PAUSE

I’m feeling fat and frumpy, And in an awful mood, My husband says I’m grumpy, And I eat the strangest food. It wasn’t all that long ago, I was sylph like thin and fair, Now none of my clothes fit me, And I have this tent to wear. They say that after 36 weeks I’ll look like Britney Spears, But she wouldn’t have had fat ankles, Nor the streaming tears. I wobble and I waddle, Jesus penguins have more grace, Then the hubby says “your radiant”, I could smack him in the face. As for morning sickness, Don’t believe a word they say, I throw up in the morning, Then I’m chucking up all day. I cant stand the smell of coffee, And my boobs look like balloons, I have stretch marks, and my back hurts, And I keep on eating prunes. Still what’s nine months from a life time, It’s a tiny price to pay, When I think of what is coming, All my troubles fade away. © 2000 Pee Wee