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I am a full-time mama with a passion for writing and talking to fascinating people. I live in a one horse town with a Cowboy and my son. Thank Lord for cyberspace! I lived a colourful life in Sydney for a number of years. Working in advertising and journalism for FPC and the Sydney Morning Herald. During my time in Sydney I competed in a Dragon Boat race, choreographed a dragshow, used the Share Accomodation advertisements as a way to meet men and was told by Noiseworks frontrunner Jon Stevens that I was a bitch! Then came the decision to move back to country for 3 months to help out my Father with newspaper business while he was having treatment. Convinced I was a city girl I was caught by surprise when I fell in love with a farmer (and no, he didn't want a wife... still doesn't it seems!) convinced him that we needed to see the world, popped off to Vietnam to teach english in Saigon - before realising that the "food" in Nam didn't agree with me... turned out to be Monte - my son who is now with the Cowboy and I back in country NSW! I am in a wonderful stage of my life where I am focusing on the things that really make me tick. Including writing these chronicles.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Twas the week(s) before Baby

i wrote this poem leading up to having baby, oh the anticipation and the fear of how fat I had become - think this fear was larger than that of giving birth haha.... definitely had way too much time on my hands when pregnant - and it was around xmas the King was born

'Twas the week(s) before baby
as big as a house

Every body part is aching,
including my mouth

The stockings were packed
in the pre-maternity compartment with care

In hope that my bottom will one day fit back in there;

The child is nestled all snug in my womb
While visions of amniotic fluid surround him like doom;

Mama in her Mu-mu, and Papa in his cowboy hat,
are enjoying the last of their opporurtunities to nap,

While rolling over in bed, I felt such a clatter,
I tried to spring from bed when Dave said "What's the matter?"

"My arms have gone numb and my pelvis is aching",
"I hope to God we love this little baby we are baking"

A fake contraction startled me into woe
Wondering if a million miles to the hospital we should go

When, what to my wondering mind should I think
God I miss the days of escaping worries with a drink

The days leading up to the arrival of baby
is like waiting for Santa when you are young anxious and crazy

I guess Santa must feel similar about his annual fate
squeezing down a chimney after a year of stacking on weight
But when its all over and the chimney part is done
He arrives baring presents and from then on its fun

As a mad dust storm is then settled by rain
A baby will be born to erase all the pain

With cheeks like roses, if he doesn't have jaundice
and I will feel elated if I escape feeling nauseous

The day will arrive it is much anticipated
I am sure when we meet him we'll be glad how we waited
And I will hear the baby exclaim as he draws his first breath

"Hello to you Mama now hand me your breast"

Can anyone relate to going INSANE with anticipation? What is the craziest thing you have done leading up to giving birth?

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