Paisley, have you any mercy?

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! :)