Don’t talk to me, I’m not in the mood
I’m tired, I feel sick, I have gone off my food
I have got heart burn, piles and I’ve got a sore back
Don’t argue with me, I won’t cut you any slack
I have got big, black bags, under my eyes
I look like I have eaten to many pies
I have stretchmarks, I look like a frigging map
The baby kicks me in the ribs when I'm trying to take a nap
I'm forever hot, I forever sweat
My nipples leak, my tops always wet
When I walk, I puff and I pant
I can’t wait to have this baby, I hate being Pregnant
Katherine Shaw
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-joys-of-being-pregnant/
