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8 months and 28 days,
I toss and I turn tonight
blankets on, blankets off,
the streetlamps outside are too bright

I moan, I whimper
I need to get some sleep
I feel so uncomfortable
my sweat is soaking the sheets

He is getting so big,
I'm swollen round and firm
any day now he is due to come
He's excited so he squirms

But mommy is trying to sleep
mommy needs her rest
he sure is having fun in there
but hes being quite the pest

I rub my womb to calm him
I whisper into the night:
"Shh shh sweetheart"
my stomach is stretched so tight

I can feel his little heart pumping
I can feel his feet
he is almost done growing inside me
and I cannot wait till we meet