Pregnancy Poem

My boobs are sore; my stomache's a growin',

My pants fit no more, my pee's always flowin.

I can hardly get up; it's hard to sit down,

And each week I gain another five pounds.

I'm eating strange things in the middle of night,

And sometimes throw up after taking one bite.

I've got heartburn, and gas and constipation,

My horemones are raging, I feel strange sensations,

I ache and I cramp and I stumple around,

I burp and I fart, and my stomache makes sounds.

Nobody told me it would be this rough,

After thinking it over, one baby's enough.