My body is not my own
A takeover has occurred.
Things are shifting in my body
For which I have no control
There is no relief for the weary
Nothing to soothe the insides
There is nothing to treat the symptoms
Everything that goes in makes me sick
All food inflates my belly
Combined with the misery of fatigue
Makes me question the formation of life
Lest you think me ungrateful
It's been a long time in the making
The yearn for motherhood abated
As the changes mount
All the discomfort for a miraculous happening
The end justifying the means
The means of which are insufferable
So I'll kick back and ride out the waves
Wait to meet my new addition
The little body changer being the answer to my prayers.
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