'Twas the night before her due date...

Thank you to all our wonderful family and friends for supporting Rose and I through this amazing journey thus far.  Tomorrow is Rose's due date and we can report that she is doing well but STILL pregnant.  The baby is getting big and seems to be doing cart wheels in utero.  Below is a my rendition of a famous poem everyone knows.  Enjoy!

‘Twas the night before her due date, when all thro the belly

Not a contraction was stirring, not even that dinner PB and jelly.

The diapers were stacked by the changing table with care,

Ready for the poops that were soon to be there.

The daddy-to-be tossed and turned unable to sleep,

With visions of laundry, toys and bills piled in a heap.

And mama with her body pillow, earplugs and nasal strip

Had settled her head for an evening of pain in her hip.

When down in her belly there arose such a clatter,

I sprang out of bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the hospital we flew like a flash,

Tore down the road and made a mad dash.

The lights of the cars on the freeway in sight

Foretold hours of lost sleep coming that night;

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a beautiful baby so tender and dear.

With a little nose and big blue eyes,

I knew in a moment she was the most wonderful prize.

More rapid and loud than a thundering train,

She cried for her needs as if to exclaim:

“Now! Bottle, now! Paci, now! Blanket o’ muslin;

On! Daddy, on! Mommy, on! Auntie and cousin.”

As I realized the gravity of my new life’s mission,

the baby did not allow time to dawdle or weigh my transition.

Her cheeks were like roses, her belly so round,

She lay there all day making cooing baby sounds.

As I lay down to sleep many days having past,

I never imagined how time could go so fast.

But as my eyes close shut, my dreams for her begin to swirl,

Happy Birthday to her, my sweet baby girl.