Haiku #1: The Belly and What it Wants
It doesn’t look big.
Who cares even if it did?
Yes. I bought ice cream.
Who cares even if it did?
Yes. I bought ice cream.
Haiku #2: Waiting at the OB GYN
It’s been an hour.
Starting to get old. OK.
Won’t watch the weigh in.
Starting to get old. OK.
Won’t watch the weigh in.
Haiku #3: At Least We Know Who’s Driving
AH! Cocktail party.
Lame that you’re pregnant and all.
‘Preciate the ride!
Lame that you’re pregnant and all.
‘Preciate the ride!
Haiku #4: Ode to Your Cervix
Millimeters count.
Thrilled to hear 38, dear.
Victory, cervix.
Thrilled to hear 38, dear.
Victory, cervix.
Or, haiku #5: The Fortunate Son
Inside you, my dear
Yet another lucky child,
’cause he’ll call you Mom.
Yet another lucky child,
’cause he’ll call you Mom.
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