Ok, one more sappy poem. I found this sitting in one of the files of my computer:
Dear Baby,
by Mallory Page Lowe
Although I cannot see you,
I still know your are there.
You are warm and snug inside me,
and require gentle care.
Although I cannot hold you,
or give you a hug goodnight.
I feel you move inside me
and know that you are alright.
Although I cannot kiss you,
or show you how I feel.
I know you share my feelings
and that our bond is real.
...you are with me all the time
and always on my mind.
Already I have fallen in love
with my precious gift from up above.
And nope, not pregnant... just wanted to share. :>)
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Okay. This is warm and fuzzy pregnancy poem #2. Do you need to spill a secret? ;)
Don't worry... I'm not pg again. I guess just feeling a little sappy. :>)
Well, I think I would just have to fly out to NJ and KICK YOUR ASS if you were and hadn't told me yet. ;)
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