Like food on our table or money in the bank,
A gracious Father looking down from above
Or a brand new baby to increase our love
Wait just a minute! I’ve let it slip
That my expanding belly and growing hips
Will be more than a product of delicious food
And my emotional swings not just a bad mood.
Because this year more than the turkey will be
Stuffed to the brim…Yes, I’m talking about me!
I was able to hear the most amazing sound today, the sound of my baby's heartbeat

Thanks to my sister Wendy for writing the cute poem!