Month number one, that's where I'll begin, <br />Doctors say right now, I'm only as big as the end of a pen. <br />Month number two, you can't feel me, <br />After all, I'm no bigger than a little pea. <br />Month number three, if you try real hard, <br />With the doctor's help you can hear my heart. <br />Month number four, you should really see me, <br />I'm squirming around, do you feel a little queezy? <br />Month number five, it's time for the T.V. toy, <br />Tell me mommy, am I a girl or a boy? <br />Month number six, mommy I hear your sweet voice, <br />I'm oh so glad keeping me was always your choice. <br />Month number seven, what an important time, <br />Don't worry mommy, I'm doing just fine. <br />Month number eight, it's time to prepare, <br />I'll need new clothes and lots of tender loving care. <br />Month number nine, the time has come, <br />Oh my goodness, I'm so excited mom! <br />Rush, Rush to the hospital, cause I just can't wait, <br />I want to see you mommy, your loving face. <br />Now I'm here and with tears of joy you've began to sob, <br />Don't worry mommy, you've done a Wonderful job! !<br /><br />Jean Evans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-your-unborn-child-might-be-thinking/
