A Pregnancy Poem
A special thanks to Dr. Marc Kalan for this original and “humorous” contribution…..
˜Twas the night before pregnancy test, and all through the home,
Medications were readied, including good ol’ progesterone.
Pills were lined up on the kitchen table with care,
In hopes that they supported a tiny pregnancy in there.
The patients then snuggled all warm in their bed
With visions of parenthood swimming through their head
Papa said to mama “should we sneak a test tonight”?
Mamma said “are you crazy? I can’t stand the fright”
Resigned to wait just a few hours more,
Papa fell asleep, you could tell from the snore
Mama lie awake, hoping and dreaming
When the nesting instinct struck and she started some cleaning
Between scrubbing, wiping and rearranging the kitchen again,
A peculiar sound grabbed mamma’s attention
A flutter, a flapping, wings beating could it bee
Astonished she peered into the yard at a tree
Perched in the branches comfortable and serene
A stork looked back at mamma, what could this mean?
A joke or a jest? “is someone messing with me?”
Mamma rubbed her eyes and blinked, yet could not change what she see
And then things got stranger, as if the night weren’t weird enough
The stork lifted a small package wrapped in a blanketed tuft
For what seemed a long time, mamma starred at that bird
Because storks should bring babies, at least that’s what she heard
The stork just looked back, and although it did not speak,
Mamma cold swear that she heard something quieter than a squeak
“You want this so bad, on your face I can read it”
Tomorrow will be a good day so go to sleep, you’re going to need it!
With that the bird took flight and mamma rushed back to bed
Amazingly she was asleep before the pillow hit her head
The next morning she awoke, was it a dream, could she know?
But she didn’t have time to wait, cause papa was in the car and ready to go
Out of the driveway, onto the freeway with a swoosh,
Careful the bumps! Jeez this progesterone hurts my tush!
Into the parking lot and up to the third floor by memory
To the bathroom with you, we need some pee pee
The nurse takes the urine, pulls 4 drops to test
Mamma’s barely holding it together, papa’s a total mess
One pink line appears, then slowly at first
Another emerges, “it is positive” says the nurse
At first there is denial, and then come the tears
Can this really be happening after so many years?
But it can and it is, you will be a mother
You will get there one day, one way or another