Pregnancy
I’m throwing up most every day.
I can feel you move around.
I can hear the array
of “Congratulations” comments abound.
We finished the nursery
furniture; we no longer have to hoard it.
We’ll need a bursary
for school because now we can’t afford it.
We bought a lot of diapers
for the little one.
People are like vipers,
wanting a piece of the fun.
We bought a lot of formula and a bottle
and made sure the crib stays together.
I feel like I want to throttle
everyone when there’s bad weather.
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