Baby poem

It's hard to sit,
It's difficult to stand,
I can't bend over,
I have swollen hands.

I pee too much,
And eat a lot,
My baby belly,
Has a lumpy spot.

Water equals heart burn,
So does spices and fruit,
The baby hiccups too much,
And I toot,

She kicks my ribs,
Hips and bladder,
It doesn't make me happy,
It makes me madder.

Nothing fits me anymore,
Not even my underwear,
I waddle around,
And people stare.

Baby E we're ready,
For you to arrive,
I can't wait to hold you,
And look into your eyes.

Hope this gave you a little chuckle!
Keep loving.