As I sit here at my creaky computer desk chair
I wonder if Paisley even has a care
The fact that her mom can't even bend over or see her toes
Her belly button has ceased to exist, and she has a zit on the end of her nose
The Dr's all say, "this baby will be big, like the last"
but they just shrug and smile, I guess until the due date will pass
The baby booties I've made, a ton I'd say
And the hats I've knitted, the Knifty Knitter way
I'm still teaching preschool, hanging in til the end
And the complaining I do, I'm lucky to have a friend
My husband can't find his once sweet bubbly wife
She's lost in the blubber and all of her strife
There's amazing people out there who go past the date they are due
They smile and keep on trucking, the incredible few
But here I am at week 39
And all I can do is moan and whine
I've smiled enough, cracked a joke or two
But yesterday and today, man I feel blue
Oh the miles I've walked, the cartwheels I've turned
All to help this baby out, but the lessons I've learned
She'll come when she's ready, nails polished, hair long and flowing
But next time you see me I probably won't be glowing! :)