I will take on the tiredness,
I will take on the nausea.
I've never been thrilled about the stretchmarks
and I don't like the uncomfortable sleepless nights.
Pickles and Ice cream have never been my crave,
but sweet tea and cocoa puffs are yumm (though not together!)
9 months and counting. 40 weeks.
Grow my sweet baby, for the Lord has numbered your days
and knew you were growing in me before I did.
I am called to motherhood one more time.
How good and sweet it is!
"Father, I am beyond thrilled. Lord, bless this pregnancy. Make it sweet and healthy. Cover my baby in my womb. Let this pregnancy be the best one yet! In your precious name, Amen."
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