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[pomes]

Nobody knows that I'm pregnant
Nobody gives half a damn
The only difference this time
Is the toddler holding my hand

A woman unburdened with babies
Outside of her burgeoning bump
Is an object of some fascination
To every half-witted chump

But a woman who's already got one
Doesn't even get asked "When's it due?"
The grannies who groped the bump last time
Don't even see there's a Bump Number Two.

On the rare and enchanting occasions
I venture outdoors all alone
I'm a woman of Ur-fertile mystery
Well-attended by everyone.

But when I am carrying babies,
One inside, one under my arm,
And the shopping-bags over my shoulder,
I see less delight, more alarm.

Comments

[supermouse.livejournal.com]

*hugs*?

[ailbhe]

It's sort of a relief, actually, but annoying just the same. Why is someone's first baby so much more interesting than the second? It's still a BABY OMIGOD A REAL BABY HOW COOL IS THAT!??!?!?!!

[supermouse.livejournal.com]

Because by then they think you *know* what's coming up and so you can't be scared by the stories of having a baby with big ears and buck teeth if you eat too much cheese.