It has been 12 days since the magic stick with two blue lines
after a year of one liners, high hopes, sighs, and whines
A sweet jelly bean is in my belly and it isn't the fruity kind
It's the Scott & Denise DNA jumble that's always on my mind
The days go by like months until we can meet this little stinker
I feel like my heart is already theirs, hook, line & sinker
Little things are slightly different, no coffee, beer or blue cheese
and if I hear something just kinda sad, I ball and flail to my knees
So much more is going to change and I couldn't be more happy
to be suckled from my teets and change diapers full of crappy
To stroll around with friends and family giggling at the silly things
like taking a poop face, crooked smiles and widdle diddle wingy dings
Be well little teeny one and I promise to keep you safe and fed
until we meet I can just dream of you while we sleep snug in bed
With all this new love in my life, my heart is so full and thick
Thanks to my oh so hospitable uterus and my sweetys magic stick
