Up until today, my little baby bump had been mercifully sleepy while I was writing. This bodes well, I thought. I might even have rubbed my hands, thinking of all the free time I’ll get while on maternity leave to write while it slumbers in its moses’ basket.
Not today. It’s practicing for the Olympic gymnastics in there, I swear. Therefore, it seemed fitting to post a little ditty about my pregnancy I wrote a week or so ago. You could even call it a poem I suppose (yes, a poem).
You say goodbye…
Goodbye, second trimester. Hello third trimester.
Goodbye feet. Hello indigestion.
Goodbye white bread. Hello 5am leg cramps.
Goodbye to picking things up off the floor. Hello to getting stuck in the stationery cupboard.
Goodbye to button up jeans. Hello elasticated waistbands.
Goodbye to fitting behind the steering wheel with a coat on. Hello to looking and feeling like a pin cushion.
Goodbye to the boss’ rocket fuel coffee. Hello rennie tablets.
Goodbye cute belly button, hello thing that resembles a punched eye.
Goodbye heels. Hello to walking like a robot with no knee joints.
Goodbye to doing anything fast. I had better get used to it. Hello wriggly baby, looking forward to meeting you. Goodbye serenity, hello to family.